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There is a point when the hunger becomes unbearable.
Anything to stifle these pangs and halt the pain.
What will finally break the backbone of pride?
The gnawed and grimy sandwich in the trash?
The burning turns to hatred for those who waste...
Away, as you do the unthinkable.
Never ask for that which can be taken,
For granted, I have wasted too,
And have been wasted.
Shame burns inside as grubby hands reach forward to take,
That which is discarded to the flies.
Never a moment to hesitate,
Avoid the staring eyes.
Fascinated with this victimless crime,
The theft of humanity.
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