December 19, 2017
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I love food,

I don't mean handburgers or french fries,

I love the one pot chicken soups,

Roasted potatos smothered in butter.


When I say I love food I mean good food,

Full of nutrients and flavor.


I used to love food,

Then I lost my appitite for life.

I was swallowed up by depression.

Nothing tastes anymore.

Sure I eat,

Because I have to.

I sometimes forget to eat breakfast,

the meal that I used to chastise my friends for missing.


It's not on purpose,

Belive me I don't want it this way.

I eat because I have to,

Becuse no matter how much I'm sinking,

I want to come up for air.


I once told a girl to just eat and apple for me,

because she told me she hadn't eaten in 3 days.

Today that girl told me to eat an apple for her,

Because I hadn't eaten in three days.


I want to love food again.

I want to taste the rich flavor of the world.


I am a walking paradox,

As every part of me wants to die,

But something I can't name keeps me on a steady path.


Today I ate:

One cup of blueberry yogurt,

A garden salad,

A baked potato.



I will eat.

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