I am forever engaged in a silent
battle in my head over whether or not
To lift up the fork in my mouth, and
when I talk myself into doing so, I
Taste only regret and shame, all I
Taste is bitterness, and even though I
feel completely full I feel empty,
Somehow.

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Battle
I am forever engaged in a silent
battle in my head over whether or not
To lift up the fork in my mouth, and
when I talk myself into doing so, I
Taste only regret and shame, all I
Taste is bitterness, and even though I
feel completely full I feel empty,
Somehow.