I want food so bad, I even dream about it. I went on the trip with them. I was stealing food. I stole from the cafeteria. Mom must have known. She made me puke It up. Then I had to eat it. Dad just sat there and watched as I ate it. How could she do this? One time she tried to make me eat my brother’s dirty diaper. I bought more time. I would rather her hit me than make me eat my brother’s crap.
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