So to start things I would like to tell to all my subscribers that subscribed to all of my stories... I AM SORRY. I AM A FAILED AUTHOR. I CHOSE A BAD TIME TO POST A STORY BECAUSE IT'S MY EXAM WEEK. But don't worry, after this week, it's already our summer break and I. AM. FREE!!!

When my summer vacation starts, I'll treat you guys to an everyday chapter update until I'm drained and I go back to my usual random schedule so please forgive me! //bows down to your feet and kisses it while sobbing//

I'm really thankful to you guys, though~

And one more thing...

This is a poem I'm supposed to submit to my teacher in English for an individual project. I wanted to see if it's good enough. So care to comment or something? Thanks XDDD

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“My FOOD Broke My Own Heart - And How the Dentist Told Me the Process of Letting the Pain Go”

 

So irresistible and too tempted to care

I ate as much chocolate as I want

It came to the point that I. DIDN’T. EVEN. WANT. TO. SHARE.

I couldn’t care less if I have to visit the dentist every month.

 

Chocolate comforts me from my everyday problems

I let its sweetness drive me to the world of forgetting

I’ve never been so whipped and fallen

And as I go in a sugar rush, I can’t stop myself from giggling or laughing

 

But something happened.

Something unexpected came up.

And a tooth began hurting like hell.

And I went to the dentist just for a check-up.

 

My dentist said I have to stop.

Or else another one will ache as well.

But since I love chocolate, I’d rather have my head chopped.

I even had the urge to protest and yell!

 

Then my dentist told me something that I wouldn’t forget

Not for a long shot

It’s really branded in my brain

Demanding to say ‘forget-me-not’

 

My dentist told me letting go is like pulling a tooth.

When it’s pulled out you’re relieved.

But how many times does your tongue run over to that spot where the tooth once was

And will always have that feeling of its loss and grief?

 

Just because it wasn’t hurting you

Doesn’t mean you didn’t notice it.

It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly.

It takes a while and, but it takes time – second by second, minute by minute.

 

Finally, my dentist smiled at me.

Should you have kept the tooth?

No, because it was causing you so much pain.

Therefore, move on, let go and live without feeling unafraid.

 

It’s sad because now that I have understood his words, he was long gone and I can’t even remember his name.

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Was it good?