Hunger eats away at the stomach and the mind, devouring thoughts as well as nutritions needed for survival.
It hurts, this emptiness that gnaws at my being. Growing stronger as every second on the clock ticks passed. Each movement drains what little strength I have.
Frustrating.
How such a problem could be solved with food. It's easily obtainable and yet, I still refuse to get it.
Is it a subconscious punishment?
I couldn't recall.
Not that there aren't things I could be punished for. . .
It really depends on whose asking.
Interrupted thoughts, the sting of hunger reminding me that I am mortal, and this body chooses what I do.
That said perseverance makes a strong body and soul. Man has gone past its own limits time and time again.
Given that my chance for food has slipped away, I'll have to become one of the few and surpass my limits.
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