Sometimes I need a proof for my existence.
Cuz of this reason I cut myself. Sometimes.
Haven't you ever felt worn... stole, burn out and ... dead?
I've ate too much today. Now I've got pangs of conscience. But at this moment I don't care.
I will reach my aim. Sometime. Someday. I'll have to be thin. Not fat like now. Or will I just soothe myself?
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