hypnotize

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I’m hungry. Not just hungry, though.

I’m fucking starving. It hurts constantly,

But sometimes I don’t feel it. I feel it when I know I need to eat,

And it gets worse when I think about it. 

Pretending it isn’t there makes it worse too.

At least when I pretend, I believe I’ll be okay.

The last time I had a good meal seems like it was so damn long ago.

The little scraps I manage to gather between the good ones,

they almost make it worse. It’s just enough to keep me alive;

Just enough to make the hunger come back. 

If I didn’t need those little scraps, I’d throw them away.

At least when I search, I believe I’ll find something.