something i wrote at like 1am last night... its not great but whatever... writing keeps my mind off eating
i lay here stripped bare.
i glance down and,
there's nothing there.
i watch him as he draws.
wincing as i look back down,
and see my flabby flaws.
how disgusting he,
must think i am,
to have this sickly body.
he sits there though.
never ceasing to smile
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