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Fulfillment
The sun has set upon the horizon....
The sky dims to a soft black...
One by one, the stars slowly begin to twinkle like dust in the light...
The moon slowly rises to greet me...
I awaken from my slumber to have the stirrings of hunger rise within me...
The headache is present...
The nerves are wrought...
My mind races along with thoughts of another...
Another by which to attain my goals...
I am out into the night to search...
Search for that which is all controlling...
The hunger...the need..the desire...
The desire to have my needs at peace...
I find such that will sustain me awhile longer...
I take but enough to control...
The headache eases...
The nerves calm...
My mind races along with thoughts of another....
Another by which to attain my
Fulfillment..........
Written by Alisa Brooks
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