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Have you ever felt so overwhelmingly full that you empty everything within
Just so you can feel something. Different?
What a sad little story, of a flower that bloomed just to die
And in this very void, in this very hole you will find
That another childless woman so quietly resides.
Sitting, she was hopeful.
Standing, she was flooded.
Dancing, she was living.
have you ever woken up one day and the thing you loved the most just didn’t taste the same?
twenty seven years later.
And Poetry is no exception
“when so many are lonely… it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.”
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