I want to work out

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Faith

1 month ago

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I, I, I,
I want to work out until I die

But I’m hanging out with friends
My fingers are itching
My foot is tapping without end
My comments are bitchy

I want to be in my dark bedroom
I need I need to burn off this pizza
I want my bones to be see through
I do not want to see ya

I, I, I,
I want to work out until I cry

I haven’t done my abs yet
I haven’t slimmed out my knees
I need to get this fat shed
and I can’t do it with you here with me

My body is going into panic mode
I am being pulled to move
Please please please leave me alone
I want to be as skinny as you

I, I, I,
I want to die die die

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