Alive

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I am alive.

But not living.

I am a shell.

Waiting.

And waiting.

To be full.

Just waiting.

And waiting.

But nothing comes.

I am not empty.

For I still have thoughts.

I think.

And think.

I wait

And wait.

For something.

Someone.

Anything.

Anyone.

To fill.

The gaping hole.

Inside.

So I stay.

Waiting.

And waiting.

Because I'm still alive.

And not living.

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