Emptily Full, Fully Empty

Love and pain

One and the same.

As I’ve come to understand,

Nothing can ever go as planned.

Has everyone conspired,

To make me feel undesired?

My love’s a sickness and you’re the nurse,

But to be deprived your care is my curse.


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