Gnawing
It eats away at me
It is my arms
It is my tree trunk legs
I can hear my lips smack together
I keep eating
It eats away at me
It is my big feet
It is my double chin
I can feel the button on my pants tighten
I keep eating
It eats away at me
It is my puffy cheeks
It is my meaty hands
I can hear them snickering at me
I keep eating
And it still keeps eating at me
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