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Sep 10
A hunger that grows
though it hasn’t been fed for six months running
Taking up residence in my mind
God, its force is so succumbing

The way it makes my head buzz and pound
Its roots surely firm in my brain by now
I feel its calls in intervals of time
I should’ve never gone down this route
keep it running
Written by
Sunny
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   Stalwart Dull
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