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My Fill

My effort wasted on your uncaring soul.
My love cascading off your heart, declined.
My time forgotten as your eyes move on.
My memories locked forever in my mind.
I tried so hard to please you.
It was a futile war I fought.
For I was never what you wanted.
The gifts I gave were all you sought.
Life flying by in high speed.
Soul lifting up higher, and higher still.
You were and are the only place I fit in.
Maybe that's why I can never get my fill?




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