Dear Aiden,
You're still calling me fat.
I turned around and looked at you.
Then I kept on walking.
You pulled my arm.
You even pulled my sleeve.
Then you just stared at me.
Didn't you want that?
I was expecting you to be happy.
But you didn't look happy.
Isn't that enough?
Maybe I should cut myself even more.
Once the scars heal, I will.
Oh, and by the way,
I didn't eat at all today.
Not even a tiny bit.
Why am I letting you win?
Love,
Luna
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