it must be
Eager, hungry, ravenous, invited to a lunch out, Starved, desperate to sink my teeth into anything, anything with substance . Anything that will make me feel something. Fireworks, sticking my feet into a running stream, spending the holiday with my dearest loved ones, all feels so hollow. so empty, my stomach rumbles, unsatisfied, but no matter how much I eat, no matter how many delicious new foods I try, it's never enough to have me satisfied, basking in the comfort of a warm, delicious meal. but, it must be something wrong with me, if it pleases everyone else, but I don't complain. even though it makes me feel so alone in my troubles, eventhough it makes me feel so empty.
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