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Learn to Starve Yourself

Before their hands withhold the plate, Before you're taught that hunger's fate, Learn to dine on less than full, To tame the beast, to break the pull. When crumbs are kings and silence feasts, You’ll find your strength among the least. A man who’s fasted tastes the air, Yet walks with calm through lean despair. Let discipline become your bread, And self-control the path you tread. For those who feast at others' cost Will leave you starving, cold, and lost. So train your gut to not depend On every gift that others send. Choose now the hunger you embrace— Or else be emptied in disgrace. Freedom wears a lighter frame, It does not beg, it plays no game. To starve by will is not to lose— It is the fiercest strength you choose.
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One day, a strange man rode in,  
with shadows stretched long in the dust.  
Eyes sharp, pulse quick, a quiet thrill—  
a stranger set loose on the hunt for a rush.  

She saw him, and I felt the shift,  
a pull that no words could quell.  
In that silent beat, something broke,  
a thread gone slack, untethered, fell.  

It wasn’t love, nor longing deep,  
but something raw, a hollow need,  
a taste for the unknown, the strange,  
a hunger—craving thrill, not peace.  

And there, beneath that sun-stained sky,  
I watched her slip beyond my reach,  
to chase a glimmered, fleeting high  
that I could never hope to keep.  

So she followed him, and I let her go,  
watched the dust settle down, alone.  
For in her eyes, I was just a shore—  
solid, safe, but not unknown.  

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