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Mental maths
written by Trapezium04:58 PM 12/31/04Finally it feels like I can breathe again,
But the sight of you chokes me,
Why do you feel the need to hurt,
Why do you have to provoke me?
I want to see some ribs and skin,
But you just show me the fat,
You make me look at thinsperation,
Why can't I be like that?
You tell me to follow you,
And I'll be exactly as I please,
But you never told me it'd bring so much pain,
You brought me crashing to my knees.
Now I'm forever wishing,
I could reach my ultimate goal,
But if that was really possible,
Would I have to surrender my soul?
I never thought it'd be this hard,
Just to lose a little weight,
A little bit of fat became too much,
I can't even eat a whole plate.
Counting calories, mental maths,
Screwing with my brain,
Keep on going to make me slim,
I don't care if my life goes down the drain. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by sarah10087 (12-31-2004 - 05:02 PM)
| That explains alot.... your a porker! now i know why ur so angry. |
by Trapezium (12-31-2004 - 05:08 PM)
| Sure I'm chubby, but that's depressing not angering. That's not even close to any one of the many reasons I despuise society. |
by FeeFee (12-31-2004 - 05:15 PM)
| He lies he's not chubby, he's a perfect size |
by Trapezium (12-31-2004 - 05:21 PM)
| He IS fat. He is fucking huge! |
by Psychoace (12-31-2004 - 05:28 PM)
| it is better to be than to seem to be... |
by sarah10087 (1-1-2005 - 01:54 PM)
| lol. Well, if we didnt have pigs we wouldnt have bacon, so fair play. |
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