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Aug 28
I see an animal
Young, but a lot fatter for its age
It walks, carrying its weight
-How disgusting.
It struggles to walk a straight line
I held the gun towards the pathetic animal
Its eyes lock with mine
A round, bloated face
With a chin as big as that…
I pull the trigger… It's me
A cold body
Eaten by insects until I am nothing.
TW:- body dysmorphia
Aurora
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