Budapest, Hungary
October 31, 2008
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It starts slowly at first
one small thing will start to eat away at me, one thing that I'll try to shrug away.
It'll just keep sitting there
in the middle of my gut
it's all I'll think about
It'll bother me, but outside I'll have a smile on my face.
It starts small, but every day it gets bigger, until one day I can't hide from it.
Until one day, and it's ripping me apart.
One day and the next I'm back to normal.
Like the last week never happened.
Lather rinse repeat.
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