The War Within
By Dana Redricks
April 7, 2021
My stomach is telling me, I'm full, but my mind is telling me, I need food. There's an emptiness in my soul that seeks to be filled. Food is my drug, my pusher is the store. I try to mask my pain with empty calories, but only God can fill this void. I go through this vicious cycle of feeling guilty, but this addiction has got me trapped. Lord release me from this painful ride. For You are the only One who can set me free.
Copyright © Dana Redricks | Year Posted 2021
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