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Jan 2014
I sit in front of my mirror
And grab at my legs
And at my fat.
I make scissors with my fingers.
"snip snip snip"
I murmur
Then giggle
If only I could
Snip away my thighs
And my stomach,
But that'll never be.
LS
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LS  24/F/Alaska
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