I long for the days, when my sweet tooth wasn't my enemy.
Death by chocolate cake, takes on a Whole new meaning for me now.
A deadly high, a DKA on the way.
The only time My conscious lets me cheat...
Is when I drop to low & living depends on a treat.
But my treat is different,
It's a deathy life-saving sweet.
So my conscious will stay happy
My livelyhood will be restored,with that 15 grams of carbs
My "sweet" conscious won't be ignored.
Oh how I dream of the days I could enjoy, a cold chocolate shake.
With NO finger pricking or bolous settings and a tummy full of joy
This is just me thinking outloud!!!
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