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Lucie
Carlisle, UK
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Goodbye Darren. We've been trading water for too long, it isn't fair to feel hurt by something you did, when I have already done it without telling you.
Goodbye Mort.
Goodbye feeling uncomfortably full. My buttons will never be stretched that far again.
Goodbye boredom eating, you never make me feel better, you just waste my time and money.
Goodbye low self-esteem. You can walk behind me until you learn to sod off completely.
Goodbye self doubt, you can hold hands with the shit above and learn to leave me alone.
Goodbye thoughts, you fill my time with ridiculous questions that upset me and stop me from accepting how things really are. You make decisions scarey, when they are anything but.
Goodbye shame, you have hidden yourself in food and sex and image for too many years. I understand that I can't change the past, but I can accept that I have changed.
Goodbye pasta, you give me stomach cramps and to be fair, you're not worth it.
Goodbye city, you've given me a few real friends, but you are ugly and I hate you.
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