I must nog want
It maketh me lie down at night hungry
It leadeth me past the confectioners
It trieth my will power
It leadeth me in the paths of alternation for my figure sake
Yeah, though I walk trough the aisles of the pastry department, I will buy no sweet rolls for they are fattening
The cakes and the pies, they tempt me
Before me is a table set with green beens and lettuce
I filleth my stomach with liquids
My day's quota runneth over
Surely calorie and weight charts will follow me, all days of my life
And I will dwell in the fear of the scales forever
4 comments:
u stupid bitch trying to rip pff the bible, get some help & eat dumbass!
I genuinely hope you get help. I will keep you in my prayer. Blessings!
Well I think that was beautiful the bible was always my most hated memorie now I'm in love with this replica of it
U don't fucking say
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