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Aug 2015
I would cross the living room and my tummy would grumble
I would imagine I did all the things I never did                                
I would shatter every chip in my mouth
I would brush my teeth afterwords, tooth by tooth
I would climb on top of a chair and feel like queen of the world
I would do anything to be right next to the refrigerator staring at food  
Just for food ...
Chelsea Spears
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