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[squirmelia]

My life, a non-beautiful menagerie of dull vegetable verity. I lie here, my eyes bleary, staring at the bumpy woodchipped cream walls that are acned with blu-tac, dotted with stones, and draped with gold thread. My swollen pulsating belly presses against the purple sheets, my bruised legs fluctuantly twitch and my mangled feet dangle over the end of the bed. The pink Carebear, with a rainbow on its stomach, known as 'Cheerbear', looks at me scornfully and regretfully. I grab it and hold it close to me. It's Monday.