It spills
Whether we like it or not
It spills until there's nothing there
Then we're empty
Cold
Heartless
Unfeeling
Revenge Seeking
Killers...
The bucket topples over then gets kicked into a corner
Where no one can find it...
Where no can refill it...
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What Makes Me...Me ~Poem Book~
PoetryThis is an inspirational poem for people who have been through so much and who need the motivation to bring out their feelings, emotions, good memories, bad memories, and memories that if you ever summon to your full attention would make you want to...
