Bleeding from my Bones

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7 July 2018

I feel hunger.
Not for food, not for attention,
not for any selfish reason, not for anything.
It's a hunger to stop moving.

I am starved.
From living. From existing.
From fighting to stay here.
And I am exhausted.

I am hungrier by the day, the hours, the minutes,
And I don't know how much strength I have left
To continue walking this road.

But I will keep walking until I drop,
Until I finally can't go on anymore,
Because I care too much for those I love.

~ShySassyWolf

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