echoes | poetry | wattys2018

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i used to be
made out of love,
i used to smile
and make others
smile too,
i used to share
laughters too,
and now,
it's like a shade
of color turning
pale; fading.
i never knew
who to love
anymore,
is it you?
or me?
i'm running
out of love.

—the legend offake love.