I was born with paper skin and glass bones.
Every night I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
All my friends hate me and I have no soul.
I am 4'11 and 876 lbs.
(Which by the way I enjoy fiddling in-between the sweaty crevices of my lard.)
Anyway... I was wondering if it would be possible for anyone to give me advice on how to handle all of the other guys making fun of me. It hurts deep down in my clogged heart ventricles.
2006-09-25
14:43:00
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Reginalda
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