the glutton

contentment is a plaster mare, perch yourself upon her as you may, you shall make no progress despite how often you heel her flank.

hunger drives me ever forward, the constant need for more, gluttonous in my dissatisfaction, ever seeking my fill from a world that selfishly hoards joy.

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