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Don’t eat that.
I am just being honest,
Because I love you.
You will regret eating that,
A moment...
I am trying to help you,
I feel the cold yet hot bead of sweat rolling down my temple
I quickly wipe it away
a second later I do the same thing
I can feel the dampness on the back of my neck
Patience is something I seem to be lacking and it's about time I tried to gain some,
When things take too long I immediately become irritated and show how upset it makes me,
It happened in August.
294, it read.
I blink,
my eyes needing to focus.
The numbers don’t budge.
My heart drops
easily into my stomach.
I feel sick.
The scale says something
Sweat drips from my hair. Sweat rolls down my forehead. Sweat covers my whole body. My arms turn into noodles as I push the bar forward and then back. Forward and back in a constant motion as if I am one with the machine.
