This World

by CH

April 30, 2016

Because there's so much to do,

in this world,

I feel like everything is not,

enough,

Nothing seems to be a hole,

I try and try,

To fill so it'll be full of all,

it's impossible,

I know but still I empty,

myself,

In hopes of being complete.

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