Let Me Explain

I've eaten about five meals since Thursday.
Disgust is in the way.
I hate the way it smells,
or I hate the way it tastes.
I've still got a pounding migraine,
and its already Saturday.
This would be the worst that I have ever felt,
but tomorrow is a brand new day.
And I will be OK.
Me, I daily save.

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