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The Son

Write a lament on the fake bathroom tile, where you waste your father's hard earned money. As you throw it up in disgrace of your body and throw your hunger right back in his face, tell him he's not done enough for his family. Watch where the truth gets you when you're not allowed to lie. ~ A.M, F.H.
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Jan 25, 2023
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A remark on a stranger I know. Maybe it's a rant, I dunno.

Written & Published 25th of January 2023.

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#stranger#body#dysmorphia#bulimia#anorexia#abuse#emetophobia#vomit#selfhate
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