And despite the fact that I barely have enough for myself and to savage the ribs popping from my skin, straining, I divide my crumbs with you because you asked.
And despite the fact that you have an entire Apple to yourself for your slim, but only a bit healthy figure, you only give me the tiniest of a sharing, then lie and say you don't have anymore, even though I'm begging.
And despite the fact I know you can never give me what I need, never take care of me, never let me become healthy around you, I still can't pull myself away from sitting at your side every night.
And despite the fact it's a choice, it never feels like one.
And despite the fact that I know I can, although it'd be extremely painful, to pull away.. I never do.. And God, do I hate myself for it.
-D.
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