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Post by americanclassicx3 on Nov 30, 2005 1:12:50 GMT -5
when she sees herself...
... the lump in her throat begins to grow, and she wonders if she'll ever approve of what the mirror is forced to show.
... she is disapointed, for she has failed once again - she has been trying to look perfect ever since she turned 10.
...all she really sees is a mess. she dreams of being someone who weighs just a little bit less.
... all she can think is "omg. i'm so FAT." and there is nothing and no one in the world that can ever change that.
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Post by *GoThIc_FairY* on Nov 30, 2005 2:00:40 GMT -5
wow.. i can relate to that poem.. great job
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