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Peaches and cream All just seem A bit too sweet At a run down BP The man in front of me With rotten teeth Is purchasing Marlboro reds, coffee And a chance to win the lottery Gets what he needs, Then goes on with his deeds Walks by me Like a blind man Who cannot see Maybe he'll be the winner Now I'm next in line Cashier asks "how are you?" I say fine They don't care if that's a lie All I buy Are peaches To feed my hunger Peaches for dinner I devour Counting down the hours Days until I eat again Slowly becoming more sour Losing all my power I hide like a coward Benith moldy skin Rotten from within Same as a peach, I wither and decay Who is to say tomorrow is another day?
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC
Peaches
Peaches and cream All just seem A bit too sweet At a run down BP The man in front of me With rotten teeth Is purchasing Marlboro reds, coffee And a chance to win the lottery Gets what he needs, Then goes on with his deeds Walks by me Like a blind man Who cannot see Maybe he'll be the winner Now I'm next in line Cashier asks "how are you?" I say fine They don't care if that's a lie All I buy Are peaches To feed my hunger Peaches for dinner I devour Counting down the hours Days until I eat again Slowly becoming more sour Losing all my power I hide like a coward Benith moldy skin Rotten from within Same as a peach, I wither and decay Who is to say tomorrow is another day?
#addiction#anorexia#depression
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC
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