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AD Snail Sep 2016
I feel empty inside,
Like a glass that has been forgotten,
And will never be filled again.

I feel hallow inside,
Like a fragile glass doll,
That can easily break once it hits the ground.

I feel deflated,
Like a old balloon,
That was let go of by its owner, long ago.

I feel blank on the outside,
Like a blank piece of paper,
That never got the chance to be drawn on.

I feel abandoned,
Like a lost puppy,
That was through out of his own home.

I feel unfilled,
Like a human being,
Never fully filled with emotions, and became emotionless.

— The End —