Intro

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"I told you no child of mine is going to be obese, I'm not going to deal with this anymore! I'm not dealing with this anymore, I'm sick of wasting my precious time and money for food you and your mother cost too much this money could be spent on people better than you two, i'm done!" My violent dad screeched at me.

"It's not my fault, food is the only thing that makes me feel better and it's my source of comfort besides mom! I said, looking at his cold, blue eyes trying to hold back tears.
"Please I beg you, I'll stop eating so much!" Hot tears started running down my face like raindrops running down a window. My mom was at at work when I died but I wish she was there to tell him to leave or save me.

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