Dear Blake,
I got caught when I was throwing up.
Again.
But this time, my mother caught me. She asked me if I'm okay, and again I lied to her. To everybody.
"Here, drink this." She gave me a bottle of warm water and checked my body temper. I drank the water. "There's something you want to tell, honey?"
"No mother. I'm fine."
"Okay."
I guessed my mother knew something but she just waited me to tell her the truth.
The unspoken truth.
Love,
Eve.
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