I am full of hate and deceit.
Darkness, confusion, and suffering.
I’m full of fear, insecurities, and anxiety.
Jealousy, failure, and regrets.
Unwept tears and lonely nights.
I’m full of doubts, worries, and moments of grave despair.
Hopeless abandonment, abuse, and spiritual suffocation.
And if it wasn’t for love I would be gone.
Consumed, withdrawn and lost.
Demised, deceased, departed, and expired.
I am full of love.
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