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Apr 2018
The cup is empty for me
The cup is full for some
Somewhat filled for others
But mine remains empty
I want to scream and scrape at the surface of the cup
I want to pick and scratch at the metal
Tear away at the gilded exterior
I want to change the cup, but I can’t
My cup will always be the same
So I ask myself again.....
What’s the point of having a cup if you can't fill it?
Johnny Allen
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Johnny Allen  21/M/NY
(21/M/NY)   
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   arizona
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