Louis was hunched over the toilet bowl, tears leaking from his eyes.
His throat was sore
Raw from what he had just done.
This was the only way.
Louis was fat.
Louis didn't want to be fat.
So he had to get rid of anything that could make him fat.
Even if it meant starving himself.
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Starving yourself is never the answer.
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PoetryPretty boys are pretty. Louis isn't pretty. ••• If you are reading this story on any other platform than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk from a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @-cyni...
