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Mar 2018
ice creams, cakes and açaí bowls
fried food like fries and many more,
my palate can’t seem to get enough of these
scrumptious delights.

momentary joy and everlasting guilt,
I struggle to keep myself awake with these horrible thoughts.

my waist, my thighs have grown to be
superlatively unattractive and
ugly.
my heart is twisted dry

how can I find solace in a world which values body

much less belly bloating
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