Ana says that she is my friend
She tells me in the morning
To skip breakfast
She pushes me in the afternoon
To pass on my lunch
And at dinner
Ana reminds me
To not eat my food
She helps me
Ana tells me that food is bad
I was hungry at first,
Then,
She reminded me of the other things that I could do
Now,
I don't get hungry
Not one bit
All thanks to
Ana
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Thoughts
PoetryIdeas, thoughts, guides, suggestions, sheer nonsense and randomness of my bad (but sometimes good) brain. This book will never be completed because I will never stop thinking.
