Two words patter over and over in my head like the soft footsteps of a child:

Weight-loss-weight-loss-weight-loss-weight-loss

It is soft and breathy and full of seductive undertones. It pulls me under, a hypnotist, eyes black as starless night, and I am powerless to defend myself against it.

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She said, "I don't know if I've ever been good enough
I'm a little bit rusty
And I think my head is cavin' in"