Fat

 . . . And he touched my softrness

With Adoration,

Awe,

And Amazment.

Like I wasn't repulsing.

Like the fat

Thick

And suffocating 

Made me more than just a social enigma.

 

He told me he loved me

And Kissed me

And made me cry

Because he is so much more beauitful than me

And he doesn't even realize that.

 

He's too good,

Too perfect,

To be matched with 

Someone like

Me.

 

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