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Please eat... I hear their silent plea. Eyes look at me carefully. I smile gracefully but can't tame the voice inside of me. "No thanks. I'll have coffee." Can't they leave me be? Getting thin has a fee but I'm not scared. Can't they see? I'm not too skinny. I'll be free at last. Misery is a small price. This is supposed to be happiness but at eighty pounds I still feel heavy. So for now I'll just have my coffee.

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