Poetry written by me obviously. I still try sometimes. Life gets hard. Hobbies expand. Words lose their meaning after enough time spent struggling to speak.
Friday, July 7, 2017
Skinny fat
I drown in floods of illness
I do not eat yet my midsection betrays
My habitual hard lemonades
A thigh gap ever expanding
Yet depression
Prevents perfection
I'm tired.
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