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Mar 2011
The bell rings and it's lunchtime.
We head into the cafeteria together and get in line.
We fill our plates with todays meal.
By the time we're done eating my plate is clear and yours is too.
Next week comes.
The bell rings and it's lunch time.
I fill my plate, but you, just about half.
I demolish my food but you must not have been hungry because only a portion is gone.
I think nothing of it.
It's totally normal.
Next month.
The bell rings and it's lunch time.
You take a few bites of a sandwich, but say your not hungry.
I am concerned, but I let it slide.
Winter turns to Spring.
The bell rings and it's lunchtime.
I gobble up my food each day and you have none.
You do not even have a plate.
I am worried.
I am scared.
The next few months pass by.
Now you have wasted away to nothing.
The organs play and now it's your time.
Audrey Murphy
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