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StarvationThe hunger inside itching without a scratchWill this feeling last forever and drive me insane?Everybody goes through this insatiable yearning?Maybe I'm just the product of a bad batch.Whatever the cause, be it physical or instinctualI wish it were pain so to be identifiedLike the word you know but can't nameHunger pains in the head, it's intellectual.So frustrating to chase the mealSensing vaguely the possible tasteDreaming lucidly within a buffetWaking, realization of what's the dealFeeling full with time to examineBlessed not for the filling sensationOnly for the knowledge of what to eatThe ability, the tools to fight the famineNow to seek out the otherKnowing well the loneliness deep withinSee them, feed them, offer your soulJust as I was fed by the soul of another.