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since when did my chocolate milk become,
two hundred and ten
two hundred and ten
two hundred and ten.
since when did my stomach growling become
a noise i longed to hear.
since when did guilt pour over my entire being when i looked in the mirror, only to see numbers
i make myself believe i am some binary code to abide by in order to be happy, to be worthy of anything

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