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what it takes to recover

Recovery turns to reduction. Curing a disorder of consumption through crumbs, Staring at the dish before me, An enemy of the state of my mind. I fear I’ll turn back to a pantry for protection, While taking microbites in front of peers. My fear turns to fullness, And I empty my being, My soul, My vitality And flush it away.

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