Ordered Disorder.

Sat, 08/07/2021 - 15:24 -- Wired6

She......so pretty. She.......doesn't think so. She........walks around alone. She.........rarely does what others need 2 do 2 stay alive. She..........always feels like a big fat pig. She..........prefers smoking Chain, Chain, Chain smoking. No space for words 2 come out. She.........hates dinner time. She.........thinks her family have figured it out. She..........watches every mouthful of miniscal food She..........refrains 2 put into none hungry mouth. "Is that all you are eating?"her mother quietly shouts. She..........quietly shouts back-"Yes-may I be excused now?" (c)6/08/2021. Wired6.

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