Poison
Food isn't food
Food is calories
Food is my fat on my bones
Food is poison
No one gets it do they?
They are addicted to a killer
Food only makes ugly
Eat it if you wish a bad body
I'm down to 83 pounds
I have no poison in me
Or at least that's what the old me thought
The new me is in a hospital
I almost died by not eating the poison
So maybe just maybe
The poison
Was me
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