I’ll try to keep writing through the background farce, I promise you ðŸ’ƒðŸ¼

A moment sat still,

Watching the world go by.

Chocolate dust sprinkled

On the cream piled high,

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I know I shouldn’t,

Eat too much sugar.

May be hereditary,

This diabetes with mother.

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But I’m sure it’s more to do

With the lack of exercise,

Her 30-a day, life choice

Could lead to her demise.

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Yet she hates the advice

From doctors and experts

Trying to help her gain

A life full of comfort.

🌸

Hates with a passion if you dig down,

Anyone and everyone it seems.

Some people you cannot help

Even if your good intentions work in dreams.

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I stick now to my new self esteem,

Without stepping into arrogant territory.

Head held high, I believe what I believe;

The diabetes nurse and her authority.