she sucks in
but all she had
in the first place
was skin and
bones.she eats so little
her meals seem
like they were
meant for a dograther than a
teenage girl.she tells me
how she only
eats 3 cashews
a day in what
seemed like a
bragging manner.what am i
supposed to do?it feels like it's
my fault that
she won't eat
after comparing
herself to me.
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𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
Költészet❝ 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ❞ ᶠʳᵃⁿᵏ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ • my poems as i write them.