Every day, approaching the mirror,
I look carefully, into the depths
To see, on my ugly and tortured body,
A new, well-established, nasty insect.
They climb on my hips, my arms and my face,
And they create unbearable weight,
Which even the strongest in this world athlete
Can't contain on their body and in their head.
One day, bugs will cover my entire bean,
And I won't be able to even get up,
And I won't be able to look in the mirror
And see what they burying, making me laugh.
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