Inside Out
- tsaffell3
- May 4
- 1 min read
Inside
I’d be empty
if not for this doubt.
I’ve tried
more than plenty
to just pour it out.
It sticks,
and it stains,
it refuses to pour.
It hurts,
and it pains,
and I want it no more.
But how
can I empty
this doubt and be free,
when plenty
of empty
still lingers in me?
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