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I guess I don't eat as much as I should Breakfast, lunch and dinner I skip two or three of those I don't want to familiarise myself with food I couldn't tell you why Although I'm told I look sick Sometimes I'm spoken to like a dying patient I've never gotten help for it I've never asked for help It seems too simple, just eat But I can't, my mind wills me out of it Whether my stomach is growling Whether I haven't tasted today's meal I can't eat. I don't want to If I do, I'll abort three bites in Then it'd be a waste of food I used to give away my school lunches Sometimes throw them away Because I couldn't eat I still can't eat, I stopped taking lunches I didn't want to waste money anymore My mother told me that she wouldn't make any for me as punishment But I was relieved I starved, but I was fine with that I'd rather not eat I wish I knew why But right now it's still beyond me