Empty

I cannot write. I cannot tell my story. I cannot pour myself out. I am certain I am not happy. And I am not simply sad. It’s worse. I feel empty. How can I let something flow out when there is nothing left of me? I guess I just have to wait until something comes along and makes me whole again. Or better yet, maybe I just have to try and fill myself up.

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