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Feb 2014
It was the first time you'd looked me in the eyes.
You said, "I love you to death."
But I knew you were truly just
An empty glass.
You said, "I can't feel. I've been hurt too much."
But how could you leave,
and not come back?
For now, I am empty too.
You were the empty glass,
I tried to fill.
Instead, I was drained too.
To my empty glass.
Hannah Mae -Nickelle Jo
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Hannah Mae -Nickelle Jo  Indiana
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