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When will the day come that I will be happy with my appearance?
When, oh when will it come?
I don’t like seeing this fat, disgusting pig in the mirror.
No matter the diet, no matter the amount of exercise.
Still a fat, disgusting pig.
When will the day come where I'm happy with the number on the scale?When will it all... end? I just want it all to end...
This poem is about:
Me
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