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Apr 2018
I’m no mathematician, but maybe I should be.
After counting all these calories, I’m worthy
Calculations my math teacher would be proud of.
These numbers that starve me.
Instead of counting sheep, I count the days I have left
Until
The starvation
The malnutrition
Finally
Catch
Me.
I’ll stay up all night to run off the carefully calculated calories I no longer have, but hey, at least I have today
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