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Hunger
Category: Poetry
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I need not be here, there is no reason,
For my life's fair has been controlled and just;
This place right now is committing treason,
The will for me to be here lacks its trust,
The eager medicine I highly need,
Is still hiding from my lack of want.
Yes, the cure for my hungry soul to feed,
Shows how easily I fall for the taunt,
Now I notice the greatness this brings me:
Pride aside, I can finally see clearly,
My life has finally shown me the key!
It's such a relief, my soul is weary,
I am truly free and truly living,
And my life's sweet fruit is always giving!
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