Half Empty, Half Full
Sooo damn tired.. *yawns*
I am all or am I nothing?
All I ever wanted to be was something.
Missing pieces or hardly missing..
A fallen fragile leaf just drifting.
Mixed emotions, emotionally numb..
Why do I always choose to run?
Who am I or do I know exactly who I am?
The woman looking back at me in the mirror
that I can't hardly stand.
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