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6. "Thin"

The constant feeling of hunger
Buried deep in my stomach.
I've learned to push it aside.
Focus on the new trend.
I don't know what happened to healthy happy me.
She's long gone.
The girl who didn't care about that number on the scale.
She's a distant memory.
I have a task I must complete.
I always promise them I'm not hungry.
I need to be "Thin"
Food isn't something I need.
I don't deserve it.
Don't eat. Don't eat. Don't eat.
My mind yells at me every time I grab an apple.
Work out and don't eat.
All for one thing.

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