Feelings of dread
from words that were said,
tears that
I won't let myself shed.
I don't deserve to shed them
I'm not in the right position,
I don't have the right
to go on that mission.
Foolish tears they'd be
on the outside of me,
when I already knew that
I'm not the right need.
I'm hungry
for this fantasy
in truth,
I'm starving.
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