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Jan 2012
It was Friday afternoon.
The skies were grey.
I was grey.
I felt grey,
and you probably know what I mean,
if you have felt grey before.
Being grey feels good sometimes,
but usually feels absolutely horrible.
But being grey is besides the point.
I was hungry,
but I did not want to move from the comfortable position I was in.
So I began to nibble on my finger nails.
They tasted good,
so good, that I decided to eat all of them.
I slowly ripped each nail off of each finger,
one by one.
The rusty, iron taste of blood and nail was perfect.
But soon, I was out of finger nails.
So I took of my shoes,
and ate all my toe nails.
When I was done,
I was no longer hungry.
I was happy.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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