Tea Without Biscuits.

New year, new start. Tea, tantrums and eating disorders.

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My mum used to know when I was crying. No matter how quietly. She just knew.
Now when I cry I wait for her to come and find me. And then I cry more because she won’t come. Not anymore. No matter how loud.

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