Starving
Starving
the raw emotion
the feeling
ripping the inside of my body in to shreds
gnawing away at me
clawing its way towards the light
and from this hunger, i feel the strength
a creature stirring
in the bowels of hell
vice versa
pain
shooting
useful
scarred
without hope, pace or relent
i die inside
and yet i continue
for who couldn't love
the number one
page one
biggest star
walks the walk
the glam the threads
the life exceeds.
The End
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Starving, which
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