Food: The Drug of the Heavy

Mon, 08/19/2013 - 13:18 -- anaboat

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Food doesn’t hurt me.

It doesn’t tell me anything bad.

It doesn’t push me around.

It doesn’t make me sad.

But it does make me more round.

 

Food helps me feel better.

I eat when I’m mad.

I eat when I’m bored.

I eat when I’m glad.

But I don’t always feel restored.

 

Food helps me forget.

I forget people hurt me.

I forget family problems pile.

I forget school to some degree.

But only for a while.

 

Food is my drug.

It doesn’t hurt me,

But it makes me rounder.

It helps me feel better,

But not restored.

It helps me forget,

But only for a while.

 

 

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