Fucking perfect.
Fucking routine.
Too wasting time;
Every day is always a struggle against the mirror.
And you. Always there. Standing. Staring at me. Fat. Springs. Ugly. Monster, does not change.
pouring away your pain. Suffering. Disgust. Fear. Sadness. Loneliness. Hope that everything slides so your skin. From your wounds. From your torn flesh. .. Hope Stupid. You fool yourself. Filled with illusions. After all, you can not do anything else.
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