smooth like butta

satisfied.

accepted.

euphoric.

happy.

show me the bread and pass the butter; I always want to feel this way.

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it might be a pile of flour, water, and salt, but I was always satisfied.

the flour filled my stomach when nothing stayed down.

the water nourished my body when I couldn't do it myself.

the salt gave me that taste of freedom I had craved.

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it could've been a piece or maybe a loaf, but I felt accepted.

the amount didn't matter; I could take as much fuel as needed.

the judgment didn't follow my choice to indulge, which was liberating.

the idea of eating didn't feel so arduous.

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it didn't matter what toppings came with; having a choice was euphoric.

the butter was always smooth as silk, tattooing a smile on my face.

the mixture of oil transported me to a world of pure bliss.

the scents and sounds I savored were absolutely intoxicating.

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it was my favorite snack because it was the only food that made me happy.

the bread made me glow.

the butter brought me joy.

the belief in myself rose with each delectable bite.

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bread and butter for snacktime helped me feel alive.

happy.

euphoric.

accepted.

satisfied.

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