Inside everyone lies an unquenchable thirst,

An insatiable hunger for more.

The intentions are for good, initially.

But, in the end, they become corrupted.

Eventually, the thought process

Turns into thoughtless blood lust

That can never be satisfied.

Dieters fell as though they need to lose

The extra pound, pound after pound lost.

It really is an unhealthy obsession.

Goals become unrealistic and unattainable.

Mental deterioration sets in

After one too many failures

Resulting in a never-ending depression of self-loathing.

The End

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