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Poetry

La tristesse des choses. C'est beau, c'est aigre-doux. C'est un joli nom pour des poèmes, non ?

Losing weight

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par _never_wake_up_

par @_never_wake_up_

Knowing deep down food isn't my enemy,
But then again,
I don't know.
Or I don't
Care.

Hunger feels good,
But then
Maybe it's not worth it.
Good for my mind means evil for me.

Do I like it ?
Am I in control ?
Probably.
Not really.

Maybe it's too far,
Maybe it's too late,
But I always feel like
It's not enough
(Nor am I)
.