The "True" Savior

January 13, 2018
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How great my love for cheese,
The way it feels -- bouncy rubbery
Cheesy -- but when there is none, hear my pleas,
Would be such a horrible tragedy.
The empty space of a food so good,
A terrible event i could not control,
That branded me where i stood,
A cheese-shaped hole inside my sould.
My stomach empty, growing with hunger,
The pain i cannot take,
Every minute the pain grows bigger,
And I suffer from my dreadful mistake.
But in the end, my mom always sees,
My suffering appeased, my savior the cheese.

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