snacks
raze
after
shedding
the
weight
that
shredded
half
the
shirts
kind
enough
to
hide
my
shame
,
i
would
sometimes
find
myself
eating
some
of
the
food
i'd
sworn
off
in
the
middle
of
a
dream
.
it
wasn't
a
decision
i
made
.
the
stuff
would
appear
in
my
mouth
with
no
explanation,
and
i
wouldn't
be
able
to
stop
myself
from
eating
it
.
my
response
was
always
the
same
.
wherever
i
was
,
whoever
was
with
me
,
i
would
take
off
running
in
a
desperate
effort
to
burn
off
the
empty
calories
i'd
just
consumed
.
i
understood
that
this
was
the
way
my
subconscious
chose
to
deal
with
the
fear
of
undercutting
all
the
good
work
i'd
done
.
but
i
thought
it
was
a
little
strange
that
i
would
trust
myself
so
much
more
when
i
was
awake
.
now
,
when
some
sleep
-generated script
compels
me
to
dig
into
a
bag
of
chips
or
chew
on
a
chocolate
bar
,
i
let
myself
enjoy
the
dream_food
.
consequences
be
damned
.
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...
Jus
This
is
so
relatable (
I
say
as
I
polish
off
a
box
of
matcha Pocky).
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
