Almost Full
She wants to scream,
Yerns for it.
Needs it.
Yet keeps it hidden and watches the urge build.
Shes filling the cup day by day,
Night by night.
Now, is waiting for the day the glass overflows.
When all the pain.
sorrow, love, hurt,
and life,
Comes pouring out over the rim of the glass.
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