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One    scent would      always stop me in my tracks The hearty,           spicy,               warm,           comforting       smell of Pumpkin Spice Any form               A latte it didn't matter              A candle it sent my mind back              A car freshener to thanksgiving pie              A chemical illusion to a time          filled with      laughter,          filled with      joy,          filled with      food. This perfectly       magical   scent would        send me rushing home I'd fling           open    my door               catch a                     whiff of that                                                 elusive                                            scent My hands           would       shake            my      mouth            would      water           tastebuds     tired of nothing              but endless nuts and yogurt and nuts and yogurt and yogurt and nuts and nuts and yogurt and Craving           that delicious food that      danced in my          dreams, almost tasting the      Sweet      Buttery      Slice      of      one      Perfect      Pie. Only to find an                              empty kitchen, a dark house, a                              dusty kitchen, a clean plate, and my mom's hopeless eyes staring               at                     the                              empty                                                       ceiling.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
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One    scent would      always stop me in my tracks The hearty,           spicy,               warm,           comforting       smell of Pumpkin Spice Any form               A latte it didn't matter              A candle it sent my mind back              A car freshener to thanksgiving pie              A chemical illusion to a time          filled with      laughter,          filled with      joy,          filled with      food. This perfectly       magical   scent would        send me rushing home I'd fling           open    my door               catch a                     whiff of that                                                 elusive                                            scent My hands           would       shake            my      mouth            would      water           tastebuds     tired of nothing              but endless nuts and yogurt and nuts and yogurt and yogurt and nuts and nuts and yogurt and Craving           that delicious food that      danced in my          dreams, almost tasting the      Sweet      Buttery      Slice      of      one      Perfect      Pie. Only to find an                              empty kitchen, a dark house, a                              dusty kitchen, a clean plate, and my mom's hopeless eyes staring               at                     the                              empty                                                       ceiling.
#loss#food#eatingdisorder
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
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