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Nov 2017
the microwave dings and my dinner is done
I pull out a plastic bowl filled with what once was
frozen spaghetti
for one
I remember thinking before
anyone who resulted to eating frozen dinners was sad
settling
hoping for something better

these days all I see
is freedom to do what I please
and happiness in being alone
Dinner for one
Lydia
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Lydia  29/F/smalltown
(29/F/smalltown)   
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   Irfan bin Yusuf Qadri
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