She was about to embark on a totally new voyage,
in a new state, a new city and a new home..
She had finally been able to score herself some off the wall new digs...
Yet...
Something seemed to be stuck in her.
One would think after all the struggles,
the dam would break open and everything
would just come
flowing out and all over.
But it didn't...
The dam was dry...
She had run herself dry again.
There was nothing to overflow..
The cup hath nothing left in it
except a stain.
And then she heard it..
The voice that kept saying,
"Why didn't you wash it yet?"
But somehow, deep inside her, she just knew that
it was because
it was never supposed to run out...
That's why.
She knew she was f**ked.
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