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Empty

When you came,
I saw.
When you spoke,
I listened.
When you sang,
I rocked out.
But what do I get,
in return?
It's like I'm
fixed at zero.
It's like,
I'm coming down fast,
But I'm miles above you.
I gave you all I had,
And now,
I'm empty.
It's an empty space,
Only you can fill.
Not with objects,
or with money.
But with passion,
with love.



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