dissilusionedindeath
Empty bottles everywhere. Makeup bottles from people trying to be pretty. Water bottlers from people who don't realize that they aren't biodegradable. Empty bottles of alcohol from people who cannot control themselves. Are we really so clueless? Empty bottles everywhere.
Empty bottles everywhere. Makeup bottles from people trying to be pretty. Water bottlers from people who don't realize that they aren't biodegradable. Empty bottles of alcohol from people who cannot control themselves. Empty bottles everywhere.
Full up. Completely stuffed. Unable to take any more. Overflowing with it. Full to bursting. Gonna be sick. Ewww. Gross. Sick.
Empty. The feeling of loneliness when you realize that you have been thrown aside for the latest thrill or the newest technical gadget. You understand that you haven't been enough to hold his attention.
The things that take up all the space behind the curtain in the local high school gymnasium just before opening night. The actors are nervous and the parents in the audience are excited to see their children perform. After all, Shakespeare never grows old.
The time when I was two and I fell out of bed and broke my collarbone. You can't put a cast on it and the bones fused together a little funny, so know I have arthritis and the pain when it rains nearly kills me. I can't hold my nephews either.
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