J.D. LakeyThe thing stank of unnamed yearnings, unfulfilled wishes, and a hunger so deep it make her feel hollow inside.
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The thing stank of unnamed yearnings, unfulfilled wishes, and a hunger so deep it make her feel hollow inside. This quote describes the state of hunger that many people experience in life. The feeling can be so deep that it makes their bodies feel empty, especially after eating the food they crave so much.
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