Of Wolves and Dogs

i dont know what hunger or tiredness feels like to you i can go for days with little food or sleep you dont know what boredom feels like to me it makes me desperate – like a corkscrew turning in my soul and this emptiness and this city of normal people peacefully slumbering trapped in the middle of all this normalcy. desperate howling half crazed there is a rabid wolf hidden inside my soul and he is seething in hate at your comfortable cage February 5th, 2015

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