Empty. Some days I'm just empty. There's a cold, hollow feeling in the bottom of my gut and I feel sick.
Sometimes I think about better times. The way things used to be. And I feel good for a few precious moments, but that feeling fades with the harsh realization that nothing so perfect will ever happen again.
The tears find their way out as I know things will never be the same and I can't deal with that bitter truth.
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