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sadnessembodied I'm the vessel for sadness.
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The birds. I have food,

The Birds

The birds.

I have food,

I have food, they need food.

They continue to come back to me.

It's a constant thing, hunger.

It never really goes away.

It's always there, waiting to rear its head.

I take out my knife.

The edges glow in the moonlight.

I sit on my porch, cutting slowly.

The juices flow out once more.

I take a slice, and

I feed the urge,

I feed myself,

I feed my pain,

I feed it again.

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