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Jul 2015
I feel the hunger return,
It wants to consume me.
I tell myself I am not an animal,
I am not the mindless beast my family made me.
I feel the blood lust  rise as the voices fade in,
They tell me to do such awful wonderful things.
I am not an animal.
I am a human being.
I don't know which is worse.
Greg Hale
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Greg Hale  America
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