Like an empty bucket, my soul rings hollow when empty vibrates with emptiness … hollow sound of loneliness. Every cell in my body does not want to be alone. My loneliness is frightening …an all consuming thought.
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Like an empty bucket, my soul rings hollow when empty vibrates with emptiness … hollow sound of loneliness. Every cell in my body does not want to be alone. My loneliness is frightening …an all consuming thought.
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved