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Full of energy.

Full of life.

Full of love,

with so much to give.

When we were together,

I was full of so much.

I amounted to so much,

but it was all full of shit.

Now I’m empty.

My heart cries out,

and each tear drop,

echoes in my lonely soul.

Drip drop.

Drip drop.

Empty,

alone.

Like I would have been,

in the first place.



~*~ Jill ~*~