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Sep 2021
You have been
pouring all of you-
emptying yours
just to fill one's cup

it's ironic how
you get so drowned
when deep inside
what you're made
is hollow

you were so used into it
like how you unconsciously
rub your scars
without feeling anything
no,
nothing
at all.
psyche
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psyche  26/F/from the unknown galaxy
(26/F/from the unknown galaxy)   
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