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I plate it up, then put it down
I doubt that I will ever even eat this food
The process, it made me less hungry
And soon I get distracted
Distorted scale of importance
I live, I live, but I do not survive so well
Food and sleep are never prioritised by me
There's jokes about my tired eyes
My stomach starts to sing
A manic public episode and then I start to think
Is this an inevitability stemming from my broken head
Or have I just not slept and eaten again?
So I stay up cos I can't sleep, I say
But really, I'm just reading and watching and communicating
With people in a language that I think is flawed
Next thing I know, it gets too late
I think of all I must do the next day and so I opt to stay awake
And I start drinking coffee
Now I know I need to eat and so I go inside a shop
But the food is not appealing and the choice there is a lot
I pace around and panic, buy nothing and leave
I tell my friends I've eaten when they ask me