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i don't feel good

i think i'm hungry

'you feel fine'

says the almost mute voice in the back of my head

'this is normal'

i guess it is

i don't feel good

i think i'm fat

In my Gram's kitchen,

behind the table,

there is a butter barrel.

One of those big wooden ones you would use in the 1950's.

5 summers ago,

my brother made butter in that barrel.

hope is a messy thing.

it destroys all forms of happiness.

but it lifts you up in your worst nightmares.

I wish I could say hope is for everyone.

but it isn't.

in time,

we evolved into 

racist,

i googled what love meant today.

i don't think anyone loves me.

wikipedia said that 

The girl always sits right there at Table 5. 

I am the boy who makes food without the order.

I have always been able to do it.

Know what people need to eat, I mean.

Sunny, for instance, lost his mother.

I have a secret.

I am not going to tell you my secret.

I have not told anyone my secret.

I will not tell anyone my secret.

I want to tell someone about my secret.