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I Lie To Myself All the Time

The weather was beautiful, but I kept my jacket on. My makeup needed to be touched up, but I didn’t want a mirror right now.

My phone neglected to ring.

I slid my shoes off and sank into the pavement.

Twists and knots routed in my stomach, begging for attention. Last night, I had stepped upon a scale for the first time in months.

My body had shed three pounds, possibly more. I needed to get high.

I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers. Tomorrow I was turning little ole fifteen. “Everything is alright,” I whispered.

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