Sticks and Stones

You don't need more food...

You should probably get a small...

You should go for a walk...

You should cover your stomach...

Why aren't you speaking to me?

Why do you always sleep?

Why are you spacing out?

Why aren't you eating?

Why don't you go out anymore?

Why are you cutting?

Why are you so skinny?

Why did you leave me?

 

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