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✨Potato✨

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Potato's, it can be used in foods, it can be boiled, it can be cooked, it can mashed! But there's also raw potatoes and those, those are bad. Now here are the reasons why dream hates no no, loathes potatoes .

Reasons why I hate potatoes, By dream

1. There flavorless, made for those who enjoy bland things. When I eats them there is no spark of satisfaction just dullness, no  joy, no sadness, no anger, just plain out bland. (Get the joke?)

2. They make him sick, when ever he had to many he'd throw up. Why did he throw up? Why would he vomit and puke so much that he began to throw up loads of blood in the mix? Why is it each time he ate the flavorless vegetable he wanted to rip off his own tongue?

3. They hurt, they hurt his teeth, and his stomach. Each time he takes a bite he feels a twinge of pain in his teeth, his tongue also hurts! The scratchy and rough texture of it scrapes his tongue, one time he took a bite and he tasted iron. His tongue was cut somehow, how he didn't know all he knew was he hated potatoes.

4. They hurt physically, he remembers he got a cell mate, they were loud oh so loud. And he remembers he would offer them to him each time, and each time he would hit him after he gifted him the food. And sometimes the loud child, would throw them at him it hurt. So he remembers trying to force him to eat it, all he did was do what the other did to him, he hit him with it.
For good reason of course! The stupid cellmate would hurt him sometimes, and and! His stupid, loud, obnoxious cellmate killed his hope, he killed the cat that had got into the cell, he killed his hope!!

5. They don't give a craving, every time he saw the food he never felt drawn towards it, he never felt a craving. When ever he saw it well he felt disgust, but also hunger I mean it was all he could eat. Nothing else well there was also paper.

6. It disappears sometimes, sometimes when he finally sleeps he'll wake up and they aren't there! And, and sometimes he's awake and they don't even come! Why don't they come anymore, I mean food and object can't leave you...........right?

7. It did, it did leave him and now he's alone! No cellmate Q̴̧̡̮͕͕̜͖̹̺̯̻̱̬͖͈͑͛ư̴̜͗̃̅̅̔͆̈́͐͌̂̍̕͝a̴̜͙̿̌͌́́̄̈́ͅc̵̘̜̅͋̚k̶͉̥̩͇͚͈̲̦̖̳̓̓̓͗̉̏̽̔̀͒͛́i̸̤̰̗̺̯̺͐͆̽̊̓͊̑t̵̺̓y̷̮̥͈͙͚̺̻͕̘̝̯͔͍̓̅̋͜ ̶̨͈̼̰͇͇̻̱͉̏̍̑̀͆̅͜͝i̸̦͛̏̇̄̿̅́̆͑̕̕͠͝s̶̛͇̗̻͚̼̟͍̈́̒̋̊̀̃̃̍̑̊̇̕̕͝ ̶̢̡̛̖͉̦͕̗͙̱̣̦̌̓̂̂̑̈̿̈́̿̿͒͂͝͠ţ̵̰̖͓̭̯͉̼̥̥̊͌͆͒̉͂̂͂̈̋̋̒̌̋̇ḩ̵̤͉̤̥̩̱̺̘̫̱̒̾̽̔́͌͋̕ͅe̷̡̧̝͋͐r̶̡͓͂̅̔̅͌e̸̪͕͆̀͘ ̷̢̲̻̭̳̪̳̦̈́͜n̴̨̧̧̯̭̫̏̀͑̾̈́͌̇̀͐̓̄ͅͅö̸̗̙̜̹͙̙͕͖͍́̈́͛̏͝w̵̛̤̺̿̑̒͐̀͛̇̀̀̽̚͘, no more friends B̶̬̲̈́̉͛͗̌͋̾ű̸̯̘̗͚̓͋́̈́͆̐͗́͌̀͝͠͝ͅt̸̡̢͎̭͎͈̹̠̝̣͑̑̈́̂͜͜ ̴̧̢̟̮͚̐̏̌̿̕t̴̞̐̀̓͊͝ḩ̶̧͙̮̩͚̠̘̜̓͛̿̃̄̈́̓̈́̚͘̚e̸͕̍̑̅ ̴͉͍̓̐̂͋̀̈́̅̈́f̶͖͗̆̍̑̄̓͗͑̄i̷̘͎̹̺̫͍͍̻͗̂͒̃ḡ̵̨̨̧͈̟̟̬͙͎̯̭̰̀͆̀͐͆̏̈́̑̓͆͛̚ù̸̢̺̳̘͕̰̒̽̏̒̌̉̎͘͝͠͝r̴̢̝͕̰̬̞̲̱̮͒e̸͓͇͖̜͎̫͉̠̲̊̓̒̄̌́͂̎̽͘s̸̩͎̥͕̙͈̠͑̋̕ ̵̛̬̙̮̫͇̭̲̻̉̀̿̃̍̋̍̓͜͠͝ͅw̸̢̻̤̼̠̽͂͑̄̈́͋̊̓͌̍͛̀ͅą̴͚̳̫͚̲̼̠̱͔̃ͅţ̸̡̹̰̞̝̭̙̹͍̤́c̶̡̳̜͓͕̳̰̖͕̩̙̑́͗͒̍͋̓̿̍̌͌̕͝͠ĥ̵͓͉̙͠ ̷̩̻̰̫͉͈͓̤͖̭̟̖̒̈̒͊̎͑̅̆̽̓͝t̴͖̗͍͖͓͖̐̓́͒̈́͂̑̈̽̚ó̴̫̦̺͕͙͖̰̪̗͕̠̺͂͐̊̏̈́́̒̚͝, no more food w̵͂́̋̆͂̃͝ͅh̵̤̞̩̻̟̗͚̠̩͙̳͈͙͌́̄̈̌͒͐͗̈͑̕ͅa̴̡̹̳̬̺͇̱̜̘͔̽͌͜ṱ̷̡̡̢̛̛̠̩̩̖̞̭̦̭̱̪̠̉͒̋̐ ̴̪̲̯̪͓̖͔̯̍̔̅̆a̵̧̙̼̹͓̬̻̋͑̎̿̋͑͗̌͊b̷̰̹̎͑̇̎̀̀̏͝͝ỏ̵͙͉͍̟̼̫̳̬̜͈̯̥̌̇̄̇̊̑͒̔̐͠ͅủ̸͎͎̤̫͇̃͋̀̈t̷̹̃̄̎͛̊̍̈́͊̄͊̾̎̆̽̕ͅ ̴̡̱͇̦̯̮̤̱͕̤̦͋͜͠o̸̥̤̿̑̎̿̌̀̍̀̋̾̓̕ứ̵̬̱̜͐̊̊̐̈́̚ṙ̸̲̼̠̬̓͆̈́ ̶̨͚̼̫̙̲̀̒̀́̏̐̒͘̚̕f̶̛̱̯̈́̓͑̀̓̊͌͋͠l̴̲͓͈̥̼͕̦̇ͅḛ̶̡̖̰̞̲̯͈̎̓̎̎͊͋̋̄̒͊̌͗̿̑͜͝s̷̹͐͂̾ḥ̸̻͓̪̼͖̑̅̈̏̈̍̋̕͝, no more, no more anything.