_I find your words to be empty._
Much like collectible ornate journals
lined up on a shelf.
Stunning to behold.
Carrying the weight of so much
promise and potential,
but of no substance.
I find myself choking
on the dust between
the pages of words
_you never mean._
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 11:41 PM UTC
_I find your words to be empty._
Much like collectible ornate journals
lined up on a shelf.
Stunning to behold.
Carrying the weight of so much
promise and potential,
but of no substance.
I find myself choking
on the dust between
the pages of words
_you never mean._
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