Even the cinnamon started tasting like effort
You once sprinkled it without thinking. A dash on oatmeal, maybe coffee. Now, it feels strategic. Measured. As if your spoon knows what’s at stake. It smells like control. Somewhere between comfort and caution. You tell yourself it’s just spice, but it lingers longer than it should. When I eat peppers, something shifts There’s a…
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