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Mar 2018
I know
Under all these skin
And fat hugging me
Happiness was etched on my bones.

I just needed to waste
Away enough to see them
And feel them under my fingers.

H-A-P-P-I-N-E-S-S
I grew up thinking that starving myself meant I was strong but I've never seen strong girls crying because they couldn't lift their own bodies.
Maria Monte
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Maria Monte  F/Philippines
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