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I wish
That I could make myself so small
That I’d just
Disappear.
I run
But it makes my thighs bulky
So I just sit in silence
And hope to wither away.
Will I ever
Love me
Will I ever
Find me
Trapped in the dark
In a temple of my own skin:
My protector and
My enemy.
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