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It stares at me
From the plate
Its piercing through me
With eyes of hate
Food, what's the point?
It just makes me fat
Being fat makes me depressed
And what's good about that?!
If I don't eat
Everyone can see
So then I chuck it up
When it's just me
It rots my mouth
And it burns my throat
Whilst the skinny bitches
Smile and gloat
I hate doing this
I really do
I wish i could stop
And be just like you
But please don't judge me
By of what I do
Because you have no idea
What I've been through
