You hate her because you see a reflection of yourself,
Something inside her that is you, you are her:
A disturbing truth; the birth of disgust.
She hides and eats and eats and hides and all the while
The coin she places the least value on is her own.
She’s a fat girl and it makes you want to kill her,
It makes you want to laugh and sneer and gape and cry.
She has the hope of Hell – a Heaven in comparison.
She’s a fat girl, why don’t you kill her?
"I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely"
About Me
- Candice
- 'I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!'
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