Just to Be Sure

Contributor: Kymera Dix

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I’m eating, again.

I’m always eating.

It hurts not to.

Not like the hurt when I hit my baby toe, or somethin.

Oh, I admit that that =really= hurts...a lot.

This is more like a bad tooth ache or strep throat.

All over.

It don’t gradually go away on its own.

It stays and stays and keeps getting worser and worser.

Until I gotta take =sometin= to ease da hurtin.

My sumtin is food.

Soze I eat an eat an eat.

Stopped by da Chineze place onna way home tday.

Gotta shrimp eggroll.

Came home, picked out all doze teeny, tiny shrim.

Flustem.

Watched dey lil naked krussashun korpses swirl way into toilet blivian.

Awmoze fell comin owta da batroom.

geddin seepy nah

all dem pills

bedda take some mo

justa be sho

chasem wi beah

awmoz geddin too seepy t eat

dasa laff

bess eda ro nah

chazit

gutza churnin awweady

shrim jooz

gon lay don nah

faysh don

shud puke inna cupla owaz

b seep

wone no

schtopt nshuwanz las wee

justa b sho

heh


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