Unusual
I smelt her soap and her toothpaste and the inside changed. Yet the outside struggled to keep composure. Did it succeed? She screamed didn't she. She looked in a fake mirror and saw FAT and ugly. But I can't relate the truth. "She'd hate me." I've got to get up I've got to get up She says "Don't wake me." She probably suspects what's there to suspect. I'm fucking this up. Written September 18th, 2001 © on Sep 18 2001 07:31 AM PST, Louise Bell 0 • 8
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"I smelt her soap..."