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My mother keeps dropping hints About the increase in size of my waist About the decrease in space between my legs "Are you really going to eat that?" "You shouldn't be snacking that much." "If you're hungry, you should probably just drink water." "That won't digest well if you eat it now." "You know that's going straight to your gut." Sometimes in the silence of our house late at night I can hear her whispering, "You're not good enough." I love you too, mom.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
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My mother keeps dropping hints About the increase in size of my waist About the decrease in space between my legs "Are you really going to eat that?" "You shouldn't be snacking that much." "If you're hungry, you should probably just drink water." "That won't digest well if you eat it now." "You know that's going straight to your gut." Sometimes in the silence of our house late at night I can hear her whispering, "You're not good enough." I love you too, mom.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
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