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Another day, another broken promise my beloved worst enemy comes to visit again  ridding my body of nutrients  whispering evil to my brain People get sick, people die but my disease is secret 
You avoid food all day long… Maybe just one slice of pizza. As you chew, the calories accumulate at the bottom of your throat. You’re in public...but it can’t wait.
Purging concerns and shadowed secrets, Spilling tears and spitting hate. Catharsis is a spinning storm Where you release the weight.   The storm comes back again, As night claims the horizon,
Your odor so strong, potent, sweet, and tantalizing, lures me in every time. Your layers appear soft and spongy, your glaze smooth and milky. My mouth waters, My tongue spikes, My lips part,
An obsession An addiction. It tortures me, but I need it. I got to know the number on the scale.   Restrict my food. Binge eat. Purge. Thoughts of laxatives.
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