if i was famous i would just knock on peoples doors and be like hello yes its me
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fat fat fat globules. a depth enough to gape and glisten. deep enough to make myself sick with revulsion at my own grossness, never deep enough for medical attention. only the glances and furrowed eyebrows that beg the question of why? and what happened? deep inside my brain, the sparks went out between the neurons. no more dancing. deep enough to hide the void, but never deep enough to bury it completely.
- Uterus: That new underwear looks nice.
- Uterus: It'd be a shame if something...
- Uterus: ...happened to it.
