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Dear Jawbreakers, Hard on the outside. Sweet on the inside. Yet, Just because it’s sweet, doesn’t excuse the crimson spread of consequences. Lick, lick, lick, tongue getting sore, representing life, can’t avoid it anymore. Crack Crack Crack. There goes another cracked tooth, but is it just another cracked tooth or is it removing my ability to eat, to smile, to live? My vision, clear enough to see my teeth falling out. I try to stop it and get help from my dentist, but this pull to jawbreakers is too strong. Is there a rehab for being addicted to candy? I got a warning. I haven’t lost all my teeth, but my vision sees I’m losing everything else. Losing space in every trash can, the wrappers building up, my taste buds getting used to this candy, the fruity flavor taking control over me. My tongue is a rainbow, but this isn’t a happy ending. Rainbows start appearing everywhere. These 7 colors, representing different things, but why am I the only one who sees the meaning with candy? This secret. It burns in my chest. The sweet taste, switching to sour with every lick, every bite. The combination of fruit, spice and sweet is so addicting. There’s nothing else that can replicate that taste, the smell, the way my smile increases, my brain sparks happiness. If you don’t have a sweet tooth, you won’t understand. Another appointment to the dentist office. Another lecture about how I have to quit sweets, specifically jaw breakers or else… But, how do you quit when it consumes your mind? What is worth quitting the one thing that helps me when the tunnel is full of darkness? Sitting in that dark tunnel, wondering when that light at the end of the tunnel is coming. The same thing that I claim makes me happy, I have lost friends to it. I have to be the one to destroy this sweet tooth. I lost friends. I can’t lose myself too.
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
HelloLeilaa
Dear Jawbreakers,
Dear Jawbreakers, Hard on the outside. Sweet on the inside. Yet, Just because it’s sweet, doesn’t excuse the crimson spread of consequences. Lick, lick, lick, tongue getting sore, representing life, can’t avoid it anymore. Crack Crack Crack. There goes another cracked tooth, but is it just another cracked tooth or is it removing my ability to eat, to smile, to live? My vision, clear enough to see my teeth falling out. I try to stop it and get help from my dentist, but this pull to jawbreakers is too strong. Is there a rehab for being addicted to candy? I got a warning. I haven’t lost all my teeth, but my vision sees I’m losing everything else. Losing space in every trash can, the wrappers building up, my taste buds getting used to this candy, the fruity flavor taking control over me. My tongue is a rainbow, but this isn’t a happy ending. Rainbows start appearing everywhere. These 7 colors, representing different things, but why am I the only one who sees the meaning with candy? This secret. It burns in my chest. The sweet taste, switching to sour with every lick, every bite. The combination of fruit, spice and sweet is so addicting. There’s nothing else that can replicate that taste, the smell, the way my smile increases, my brain sparks happiness. If you don’t have a sweet tooth, you won’t understand. Another appointment to the dentist office. Another lecture about how I have to quit sweets, specifically jaw breakers or else… But, how do you quit when it consumes your mind? What is worth quitting the one thing that helps me when the tunnel is full of darkness? Sitting in that dark tunnel, wondering when that light at the end of the tunnel is coming. The same thing that I claim makes me happy, I have lost friends to it. I have to be the one to destroy this sweet tooth. I lost friends. I can’t lose myself too.
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