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Jan 2019
As I approach my seat at the table,
a glass of water is placed before me.
My mood changes.

As I look at the cup, and how full it looks,
I begin to lust for it.
My mood changes.

As I raise the cup to my mouth, my hands begins to shake.
Once I pour it in my mouth, nothing comes out.
My mood changes.

How can something be so full, but so empty?
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nicole  18/F
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