Empty

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I remember you, before things got messy.

I remember your pure eyes, your laugh and the overwhelming feeling I got whenever you were near.

But I also remember the way your words would wrap around my neck
suffocating me.

I gave you my love and you let it linger for your own pleasure.

You took everything from me,
devoured the innocence I had,
drained me like a pool of love and made me believe I could never be filled again

Because no one would love someone empty.

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