Thu, 05/02/2013 - 22:28 -- kitkiit

Staring into the mirror,
a sob escapes from my lips.
A monster glares back at me,
eyes daunting,
laughing at such pain.
Seeing a distorted image,
one of disgust and fat.
Skin clinging to bone,
I wish to fade away.


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