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A Relationship With Food

My biggest enemy keeps my alive

once my friend so comforting and sweet, now my enemy never missing a chance to torture me

knowing my heart and soul, it always knows where to hit me hardest.

its “calming” touch leaving me writhing against pins and needles

Even when its gone it’ll always find a way to influence my decisions, it’s whispers lapping at my ear

“how long will i entertain it?”, “how long can i go without it?”, “when will I need it again?”

Its presence a pain but its absence just as terrifying

because once it’s gone there’s emerged a new character whose damages even more permanent then the last.

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