They feed on it
the self-loathing becoming unbearable for them
they need it to be satisfied
eating away at the insecurities of others
her embarrassing studder
they need it
if he isn't handsome with style
they need it
they need to pick, peel
eat up all your dry skin, your flaws
making them replenished and physically attractive
when really?
it makes them sick
rotting inside-out-all-around
maggots and spiders crawling in their skulls
crawling in my skull
drilling out my, if there are any, perfections
they are the constant reminder of my imperfections
breed dear
you must breed sweety
in order to make more
eat more
be less, really, but look like alot
because?
Misery loves company
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