Empty

sad empty
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i’m never going to live myself down
never going to be who i want
i always try to be everything i’m not
and anyone but me

how do i speak
when my words are as empty
as the things
i use to fill myself?

will i ever find a center?
will i ever be complete?
will i ever be a whole thing
or is that
all there is to it?

 

JD Jurado –

 

© JD Jurado  2019 all rights reserved.

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