Shangri-La of Anorexia

I am forever swimming in a giant chocolate sundae. The walls of the glass are to tall to climb out, but I would never have the urge to leave. The three types of rich chocolate swirl around my body; each flavor tingling against my tongue.

I grasp onto the massive cherry.

Sinking in my teeth, I take a bite of pure, fruity perfection. The hole where I bit begins to magically regenerate, as I dive down to the bottom of the glass. I embrace the fudge at the bottom and swallow several gulps.

My heaven is a never-ending chocolate paradise, and I’ll never gain a pound.

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