We are only as needy as our unmet needs. And my needs had spent a lifetime of being so unmet, unnoticed and unattended-to, that I wasn’t even aware of having them.
Therefore, blind to my innate despair. Desperation shedding from me like a virus.
They could smell it. Men. Music executives. Business men. Agents. Managers. Producers.
I was the perfect, most exquisite prey. Because while I was gloriously, happily, and eagerly being fed promises, lobster, champagne, Nobu sushi, and Kobe beef steaks (that I was too high to eat), I was oblivious to the fact that I was actually the one being eaten.
Eaten alive.
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