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2009-10-19 03:17:23 by fahrenheit

I laid in my bed and stared at the sheets
Looking up and down the naked foot poking out
I could see where the foot became leg, leg became hips
I could feel the prickly hairs on my thigh, curled like tiny blades of grass
My eyes over the sheets I could see nothing of my body
But like X-Ray I could imagine every inch
From the tips of my fingers to my pale fleshy stomach
I felt like in this new morning I was seeing myself for the first time
God I'm fat


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