Empty
It was never something that could be fixed Not with an apology, Not with any amount of tears or regret, But still, It was those same tears that flooded in until I drowned It was the very same regret that stabbed until I bled out It was that apology that never left my mouth but consumed me instead I wish for your love still, But here I am, empty of you, full of desire
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