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where the water brims the glass
i never thought i'd have to dig so far within to find and present a piece of myself that could be accepted.
and what a hard task it was,
but even after that,
it could not be over.
because then they asked for more.
and i could not be sure
if there was any left.
am i empty?
but no,
i have decided.
(after years of torment i have no more room to be sore with myself. i want my wounds to heal)
so i am simply full of things that cannot be desired
(or understood)
by you.
- strewn along the synapses of the mind
© ilifluous
and what a hard task it was,
but even after that,
it could not be over.
because then they asked for more.
and i could not be sure
if there was any left.
am i empty?
but no,
i have decided.
(after years of torment i have no more room to be sore with myself. i want my wounds to heal)
so i am simply full of things that cannot be desired
(or understood)
by you.
- strewn along the synapses of the mind
© ilifluous
