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ControlControl, Alt, Delete.
Contributed by
steppingstones
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Saturday, 17th December 2011 @ 11:02:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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"Control"
It's not as simple as "eat something",
Not nearly as close as seeking attention.
When we see the numbers fall off ourselves,
It's not about being skinny but proving you.
Showing our bodies and selves we're in control,
We can resist the temptation food harbours.
All the calorie counting and ruthless actions,
Proved we were gaining back the lost control.
Then someone makes a snarky remark,
And just when we were getting better we slip.
Back to the toilet, on with the restricting,
Back into a vicious never-ending cycle of nothing.
The numbers continue to be shed day by day,
And slowly we're nothing but feathers in the wind.
So close to the clouds and this lonesome weightlessness,
Everything we'd worked for paid off - we were in control.
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steppingstones
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2011-12-17 23:02:33] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: ControlControl, Alt, Delete.
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Sunday, 18th December 2011 @ 01:38:58 AM AEST (User
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Beautiful write,
blessings,
emy |
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