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Empty

I feel so empty here.
I thought that I would find my place but
All that I have now is space, so empty.
Floating in the background of everyone else's lives only to be
Called to the front when they need something from me.
When there is something they need to take and yet
Every single time I give it all away so easily.
Without hesitation, I give you a piece
Breaking off a piece of my soul that I keep trading as a bargaining chip
That I'm hoping you'll take to accept me.

But you never even wanted me in the first place.

I was only brought here to take up space.
My existence is only of interest because thrifting has become a fad.
And second-hand goods now make you look trendy.
So use me up to make yourself feel more desirable.
And return me to this empty space when you're done, leaving me
Stale. And musty.
Don't worry. I'll clean myself up as usual.


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