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but the only vomiting I indulge in is virtual finger talk.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 57 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-23-11 - id: 2926165
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I feel like such a freaking fraud
and it's a tidal wave of self-pitying
grief I'm drowning in.
I tell each one I'm fat, a lazy
fool clinging to my comfort food.
They tell me what the scales cannot:
Self-appeasing lies and wishful thinking.
The only image issues I have
Are real.
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