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what do you do when your sustenance becomes your torture when every mouthful equals an hour of your future feeling mortal when every missed mouthful is the slow cold unsleeping road to the same destination when every thought of it is tainted by your need and your hate of it
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
hunger strike (cold turkey sammich)
what do you do when your sustenance becomes your torture when every mouthful equals an hour of your future feeling mortal when every missed mouthful is the slow cold unsleeping road to the same destination when every thought of it is tainted by your need and your hate of it
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
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