absent from the body
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The bed springs creak as the mattress bounces,
Faking pleasured noises, I glance up to the sky,
A pure white ceiling furnishes my vision,
If I squint hard enough, the water stains appear,
i looked into the mirror and saw nothing i wanted to see.
i still had a belly that stuck out to far
my thighs still large.
my breasts, not impressive at all
i see the cuts on my thigh
the cuts on my wrist
