I have no sense of self. I have no personality, no brilliant color. I have nothing to offer. That’s always been my problem. I feel like an empty vessel. I have a shape, I guess, as a container, but there’s nothing inside.”…”Let’s say you are an empty vessel. So what? What’s wrong with that?” Eri said. “You’re still a wonderful, attractive vessel. And really, does anybody know who they are? So why not be a completely beautiful vessel? The kind people feel good about, the kind people want to entrust with precious belongings.
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There are poems
inside of you
that paper can’t
handle.
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going over old memories. daydreaming at night.

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I hear you in my music.
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forgetting to breathe lately

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How long
will
it feel like burning…
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How are you supposed to sleep when your brain never shuts up??

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