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Dec 2014
She offered me chocolate
she had brought home from work-
I lashed out
and shouted my decline,
slammed the door
and cried,
screaming into my pillow.

I'm still going to pretend
that this isn't taking over my life.
I just want to be skinny.
Why is it so hard?
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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