As I attempt to make a withdrawal-
I find little more than disappointment.
I stop, and take yet another look.
Is this vault truly vacant?
The walls-
they, are shallow-
dark
and vastly impersonal.
It becomes acutely obvious I must replenish what I’ve lost-
because neither happiness or diversity-
come without cost!
Dee
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Comments2
Ah! Great message! Well written.
Great write
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