I dream of taking a knife
Cutting all this fat off
It falling in sheets.
My gut gone,
My thighs.
A smile of triumph
As I look at the knife
And me in the mirror
I wake drenched.
Sticky.
Where did I go.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
I dream of taking a knife
Cutting all this fat off
It falling in sheets.
My gut gone,
My thighs.
A smile of triumph
As I look at the knife
And me in the mirror
I wake drenched.
Sticky.
Where did I go.
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