(Inspired by a Blindside Song)
Is there anybody less empty than me?
Is there anybody less empty without being full of themselves?
I always see hearts filled with green bills and silver coins,
Wedding rings and bridal gowns,
Contracts and high-rise offices,
Photographs with possessive smiles.
But I also see the insecure cracks,
The doubting holes,
The gaps gasping for air.
Is anyone full?
Is anyone fulfilled?
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