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See you don’t get it, all you can say is forget it, a simple and small snack, all she can do is regret it, she wishes she could take it back, so she just says she is full, all the negativity she gives herself just makes her dull, she’s empty on the inside, but she feels so big, she’s pretty on the outside, but sees herself as a pig, I can see she’s not eating, because I’ve been there before, hoping to loose weight, by not eating anymore, hoping my jumper would flow, and my insecurity won’t show, hoping I could be in someone’s eyes perfect,but it’s never the way she felt, a name after a name, yet she was only to blame, she owned the hands and she owned the fingers, she was on her own land, but the question still lingered, mirror mirror on the wall, am I the prettiest or the biggest of them all, I wish I could fit in, fit in to the crowd, so my thoughts weren’t as loud, also fit into my jeans, so that no one could be mean, my mother sees me as her own, and my dad sees me as skin and bone, telling me I need to eat more, but one cracker was enough, all I can do is hope that I’ll be skinnier by the time I wake up,

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