A cracked vessel such as I might hold hold water for a time
Though it will always flow out again
Like breathing
But wasteful and needless
So why do I keep pouring more in
When I will never have any to offer
To pretend that I am whole
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Author:
Faded Silhouette (
Online) - Published: July 26th, 2026 01:38
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