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a letter to my mother (II)

dear ma,

when you tell me to try something

on

but I don't look thin enough

like the girl in the

photo

and instead of telling me it’s fine,

you spit out that you

hate me even more,

i swear it feels like the poison

has ripped me

into shreds,

into gore.

i swear it feels like,

banging myself into

the door.


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