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She worries that the people online are right
That when she finally gets someone to make love to her
They’ll expect cheese pizza and cookie-dough beneath her skin
That’s what she’s heard- it’s a sick kind of shaming
That the only people she could convince to adore her, only do so to hurt her
That’s your sick thought, which proves how repulsive you are within your skinny soul
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