| Posted at 10:20 AM on November 16, 2009 |
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I'm gonna shed me some skin,
Get me real real slim,
I want to feels my bones on your bones,
Scared of the scale, we are stuck in a scarytale. We haven't a desire to get out. Isn't that funny? It's more scary to get out, once the thoughts creep back in. You only have to stand upon the scale to fall back again.s of g
And we thought we weren't in deep... Thoughts of getting out easily are false. It is fake to believe you ...
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