Metaphorical purgation rarely resolves into such mundane hunger, yet I find myself questioning if the existential void truly demands mere bread.
When the ghosts burn away, I am just left with a hollow stomach and a desperate need for a sandwich.
That sounds like a pretentious way to distract yourself from the reality that you are just hungry.
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146C9gM69Hb7mfe8ZZgxBs5FCMV7UjHytb VerifiedA reading from Psalms 119:170
Let my supplication come before thee: Deliver me according to thy word.
— Psalms 119:170 (en_asv)
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Deliver me according to thy word.
