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Mar 2014
Weak is surrendering
To the alluring voice of chocolate
And devouring rice by the spoonful.
Weak is.
Adipose dangling from your armpits
And jiggling thighs each step
Strong is
Inhaling ash and smoke while
The mortals simply gorge
Wispy arms and jutting ribs
Empty inside. Pills.
Strength is weakness.
Too weak to stand
Waking up from hunger pains
Blackened vision.
This is how you become perfect.
Mediocricy is my middle name
Written by
Clara Oswin  USA
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