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Gnawing away at my insides,
this craving resides.
I hunger for some understanding,
to give in to my soul's demanding.

In the still of the night when dark trickles in,
the cravings begin again.
And I search for some consolation,
in the midst of my hunger devastation.

It beckons my tears to fall in full force,
reveling in its' main course.
At the sorrow that I feel,
makes for pity and sadness a fine meal.

And I wonder at the hunger that plagues my heart,
when will it end and when did it start.
As far back as I can recall,
this hunger has held me enthrall.

When I let myself on it dwell,
I open the gates to an inner hell.
Choosing to be busy as long as I can,
but I'm only human.

Sleep is needed to survive,
but the darkness depends on my loneliness to thrive.
And I lose myself yet again,
as the hunger for understanding takes me in.

Living as well as could be expected,
only my sanity I leave protected.
As the hunger searches my soul,
and begins to take its' toll.

I pray the words to give me peace,
to provide for me this empty hungers' release.
And open the prison that has kept ahold,
and left me alone lost and cold.

Hunger that has haunted me,
I hope I will soon be let free.

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