You kept on giving me food.
I threw them all away.
I guessed you saw.
Because you stormed up to me and dragged me to your car.
You took me to a restaurant and watched me until I have eaten enough.
I feel something new.
I feel full.
Not because of the food.
I feel like my full self again.
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Pure
Short Storyshe was pure, innocent, and everything nice but now she's bullied, conscious, and everything sad
