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I am half of a person Constantly Half full               Half empty Half broken          And half whole I am half a person Walking on the silver lining of madness and pain Or love and contempt Drifting between here and already saying goodbye to everyone I meet Please don’t try to fill me up It doesn’t work Love Hatred   Anger    Ecstasy They all fill me up then overflow         until I am only half of a person again.
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Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
It’s Christmas Eve and my Psychiatrist is on a Holiday
I am half of a person Constantly Half full               Half empty Half broken          And half whole I am half a person Walking on the silver lining of madness and pain Or love and contempt Drifting between here and already saying goodbye to everyone I meet Please don’t try to fill me up It doesn’t work Love Hatred   Anger    Ecstasy They all fill me up then overflow         until I am only half of a person again.
caela-bayfield
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Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
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