All of my writing is personal, but this...is something else. More abruptly honestly naked than I'm used to feeling. I don't know if I can call it inspired, but more triggered by, the prompt "Write about the memory of hunger" from iamkyrobinson & tristamateer (intentionally not tagged, because who would want to be tagged in this?) I'm gonna be really really honest here. I've mentioned before, I made a deal with myself when I started my writing here again to Just Post The Thing. But this is...a lot. And I'm going to try, I am trying, but I really don't know if I can stomach leaving this up, leaving it out here.
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