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What has become of me?

I used to be full of laughter, life and love.

Now my heart is black like a piece of charcoal colored by a black crayon.

I feel empty like a ten year old pop bottle.

I’m trying to fill up my life with all the wrong things.

I need some more hope and less despair.

A magic wand is needed.

But magic wands don’t exist.

Pain exists, pain is real.

I’m beyond crying.

I’m to the moon and back, with a parking ticket.

How much is a parking ticket on the moon?

Do I pay the man on the moon or someone else?

Relive me of my shift, of my burden.

Then I will love again.