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Jul 2018
Oh I’m not hungry I’ve eaten well
Stomach full, fat, starting to swell

For breakfast I had your insecurities
For dinner I ate what I thought I meant to you  
For tea I nibbled on what you’ve done, no consequences actions carried out for free

So no, mother I’m fine
I’m not hungry, no more time to dine.
Written by
Ceilidh Quinn
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