The monster

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It's the monster in my head constantly clawing at my very being dragging me down into negativity and hate, the beast that only wishes to destroy and enslave, the one that keeps me shackled to my bed and forces me to stand whenever the option is there, the creature that makes me believe with all my heart that my thighs are terrible and hideous and ugly.
THE GOD OF MY DEATH OF MIND WHICH CONTROLS MY EVERY MOOVE!

And it mortifies me. To the point where I lay awake at night and cry and cry and cry.....

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