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Dear whoever will read this,
I don't know how this is going to affect you but I'm not sorry.
Mom, if you are the on reading this, how couldn't you notice.
I stopped eating when I was thirteen, it's been three years since my last meal.
And your razors that disappeared and came back with blood on the blade, how didn't you notice.
It's been a long time coming.
So don't you dare say that you can't believe that you didn't see the signs.
They were right in front of you!
Love,
Skylar

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