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Oct 2017
Sweets aren't just things of heaven.
They are things of hell.
They turn you into sinners.
And not only do they give you more weight,
They **** you slowly inside.
They aren't just little candies that please one's soul.
They are little devils that slowly tear you apart.
See their effects on all little children.
As they devour you bit by bit.
You are left to suffer what you did.
You are left in scraps to save yourself.
How do you save yourself?
I really don't know.
Face the music.
**** yourself.
Or just sit and wait.
And look at it this way,
It all starts with just sweets.
Written by
Janine Tan  23/F/Santa Barbara
(23/F/Santa Barbara)   
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