The Craving I Yearn For 

Crying in the bathtub 

Dreaming of my death

A craving I yearn for, 

But not yet want 

Loosely divulging into my spiral

A ghost lost but unprepared to aspire

With each sallow I took the chance 

But ended up regretting my choice

Yet that yearning still haunts me

Day in, and day out

An outcast fighting for true belonging


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