Coping

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Oh, yeah, Mom.

I'm definitely coping better than him.

Because digging sharp things into

my thighs and

starving myself

are just great ways of coping.

I'd rather stomp around the house 

like him...

but of course, 

I don't say anything.

I never do.

I am a coward.

Afraid of facial expressions

from those I love most.

And so I go quiet.

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