eat.

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"eat" they tell me

"but i can't" i tell them.

"why not?" they ask me

"because i'll get fat" i reply

they look at me with sadness and pity

"you're perfect" they tell me

i shake my head.

"i'm far from perfect" i say,

and turn away.

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