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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