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Nov 2019
Puke
Every other Saturday
When you go the entire week,
Sometimes even two,
Without eating an actual meal
And then you go to a place
Where someone is actually paying attention to it
And you don’t want them to be worried
So you eat
More than you want to
You puke
Not on purpose
But it still happens
And I’m not worried
But others are
They pretend they are
They try to get me to eat
But their effort isn’t there
They’re just trying to show that they’re worried,
Even though they’re not,
Just for reputation
But my dad is actually worried
And I don’t understand why
He doesn’t care about anything
And no one else really cares about this
So why is he worried
I’m fine
It’s not that big of a deal
I just don’t eat when I’m not hungry
I don’t need a chart
You don’t need to shove food down my throat
Really it’s fine
And I do eat
Snacks
And other small portions
To keep me fine
I know how to stay fine
You don’t have to worry
Every time I puke
Written by
R B M
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   Bogdan Dragos
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