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Relentless

My body is dead. I am not dead. I cannot be killed.

I am hunger.

I will find you, and when I find you, I will eat you. I will search until the sun burns itself out. All I think about is savoring the feel of your brain in my mouth. Tasting your mind as your thoughts slowly die.

Then you will become hunger too.

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