Empty

Our lungs full of oxygen
Our heads full of thoughts
Our bodies full of energy
Yet I feel so empty
Conversation seems pointless
Thinking proves difficult
Sleep never happens
We are full of many things
But I am empty

This poem is about: 
Me

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