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Buried in a plate of lettuce, I look up. Buried in a plate of lettuce, I see Memories of chicken nuggets dipped in ranch Memories of thick, greasy pizza
Sitting on my stomach burning the wet tissue. sadness fills the void. never good enough, not anymore. hating self-control
How can you lose pounds? And be so round You eat pizza, pasta, and grinders Let this be a reminder Your on a diet Isn't that a riot?
Once the years of scholarly things come to a close, I wish to help those who've fallen. Those who feel down, despise themselves for their body and their lacking
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I remind myself each day. Of course, not everyone thinks of beauty the same.