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Perfectly Perfect
Nothing.
Till I woke up
then you spoke up
screamingng in my head.
Losing that weight again
with words of encouragement
ignoring the ills of my mind
pushing me back to when "You looked so much better".
Look inside.
Whiplash.
Punches.
Ugly words.
Oh no sorry.
You don't want to know
you just want to see
Perfection.
Smile.
Laugh.
...Friday 3rd May 2019 4:05 am
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