I've almost forgotten the feeling
The gnawing, the pains.
I've almost finished the healing
The thoughts of losses and gains.
But, again, I've found myself here
Needing, wanting, craving.
Looking for something I cant help but fear
Starving, hazing, shaming.
Everyone hungers for something
Love, attention, food...
In the end we're left with nothing
The sources of our desires left misconstrued.
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PoetryRandom poetry, maybe its midnight or maybe I'm stressed. Who knows, check it out.
