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Mashed Potatoes

by @CarelessCestare

Depression is like Taste buds slowly being ripped from my mouth A weird feeling that anything I eat Doesn't make it to my stomach, but, I've gotta keep eating, I have to eat to live, But preparing the food is just so much effort For so little payoff. Because it'll all just kinda taste like mashed potatoes. I'll still be hungry afterwards So why bother with seasonings? Why bother with ingredients I used to like? I can't taste them, I can't feel them in my stomach. They just taste like plain mashed potatoes. Why do I even eat? I'm hungry. I'm sick of the taste Of mashed potatoes. Why is this happening?
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Written by
CarelessCestare
15 / M
Published
Jan 29, 2019
Time
1m
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A poem based off of a Tumblr post by 57circlesofhell

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