Food

March 30, 2016

Food is a burden, but an essential of life.

We eat for comfort, we eat when there is stress and strife.

Our countless carbs and lack of water, leaves our nutritional needs to squander.

To find peace and comfort through food is a false illusion we need to elude.

Take pride in what you eat for the day will come, you DO NOT want DEFEAT!!!

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