December 14, 2011
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There's a roar in the pit of my stomach. A wild tiger, dying to be fed. He scratches and fights as well he can in his cage that is my flesh. But I won't let him out.

I've worked too hard.
Gone too far.
I can't give up now, won't be able to stop.

How sweet the sound of my hunger.Building up inside of me. How relevant, desirable. I need to hear it to know I'm alright. Need to feel it to know I'm alive.

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