SkinnyA Poem by LizWeight.
And then,
The little number Appears on the screen. Only today, There's only Two digits. Not three. And I know, That I'm Dizzy and Weak and Nauseous and Tired, All because of that Little number. But I can Control That little number. Even when Everything else is Out of my hands. That number, That little number, I can always make it go Down.
© 2010 LizAuthor's Note
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Added on October 2, 2010Last Updated on October 2, 2010 Author |