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unsatisfied

Unsatisfied, consumed by self pity,

I wallow alone where the darkness finds me.

I search for a reason, some explanation,

For this endless hunger and quiet frustration.

Why do I yearn, why do I desire

The very same thing that will build my pyre?

A fleeting temptation, a momentary high,

That will never endure when the flames finally die.

I reach for the things I can never possess,

And carry an evil I cannot confess.

The good within suffers and slowly pays the price,

Though nothing I want is worth the sacrifice.

Still I surrender, still chained to my vice,

Forever ungrateful, regardless the price.

No pleasure can fill me, no answer is right,

And still I remain unsatisfied.

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