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Jul 2019
I often stare at whatever food I have infront of me and think to myself,
Why do people say we need to be fed when feeding myself makes me feel so weak and invisible.
When my insides feel empty is when I feel strongest.
The sounds that escape my belly are my war cry.
When she screams, she feels nothing.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
(35/Alberta.)   
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