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As I reach to the top.

I realize there is nothing there.

Nothing there to love or care for.

Nothing to hold and say I love you.

Nothing to make me smile and laugh.

Nothing to take me away or call mine.

Nothing to talk or even cry to.

Nothing. No nothing at all.

- K e n d a l l

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