An empty bottle -

that's exactly what life is.

That may not be the case for some people,

but it is for me.

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At one time,

I was full.

The bottle consisted of my happiness.

My love.

My hope.

My excitement.

My ambition.

Overtime,

my insides spilled out of me,

bit by bit.

Now, I'm empty.

Unsure of what to feel.

What to be.

How to live.

Tired of pretending that life is full,

when it is not.

Emptiness is killing me, internally.