The hungry ghost ravages and feeds, spoiling my stomach with any delectable taste it can imagine; "here you go," and "have this," and "try this," to no avail.
In the end, I am only left with the gutwriggling sharp pangs of disheartening reality.
There was a time I could wildly devour this intense anxiety without even the slightest retaliation, secretly banishing mounds of food and feelings to my belly until it could stretch no more.
As my continually evolving spirit is birthed and expressed in physical form, it declares a slowly decaying pattern here, demanding a deeper awareness be cultivated.
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