weakens me,
sends me down aisles
i don't want
to go.
therein lies
the candy, the donuts,
the cakes
and pies,
chips
and cookies,
all of it nutritionally deprived.
and further down,
are the glass
doors full of ice cream.
it's 95 degrees
outside.
i hear the voice inside me,
what are you
living for, go on, go on.
just buy.
hunger
is a cruel place to be.
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