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Indomie (My love affair with junk foods)

It all started like this,
After I left my Mom,
Indomie told me, that she love me
That she will protect me from hunger.

Indomie is a tall preety noodle
And she always visit me with carrots and green beans
But I was already crushing on EBA before now
Though EBA was slow, but my mom's favourite.

Every morning, afternoon and evening
We make calls, and I place orders
Indomie was caring, fast and sweet
Always available when am hungry
But I noticed she was killing me slowly

My stomach now rumbles
In disagreement with my anus
Though sweet you are, but my body you've weakened.
Now I know you want to kill me.

But the issue is
how do I stop loving you,
How do I run away from you.

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
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Last few words: 
EBA is a Nigerian food made with cassava mostly eaten with different varieties of Nigerian soup
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Not Explicit Content


look up the title word and the meaning of it, before I could make a determination of what to say about your title. I guess that in Nigeria, it would be instantly be recognizable as a food. I am guessing that it is a sweet thing that quells your hunger, but without much substance or nutrition. My suggestion is, that you use it as a dessert! A thing that you have as a reward for eating properly! Other than the confusion of the words in your title and the EBA, I liked your tale. It ran [pretty] smoothly from beginning to end. ~ Geez.

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