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The Bucket
By Elizabeth kaczocha
Another day, another beer, another bucket of broken promises.
Your words either cut me to the bone, or no longer have meaning.
Your I love you and I'm sorry mean nothing. The are just empty words.
More
empty pomises for the already full bucket of broken promises.
Your I would
never hurt yous falls into the over flowing bucket.
Each day i empty the
bucket just to watch you fill it up again.
How i pray each night that the
bucket will remain empty.
But thats a silly hope after all this time.
When
will the day come that my bucket remains empty?
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Copyright 2019 Elizabeth kaczocha
Author's Note:
Have to write how I feel. This site has saved me.Comments on "The Bucket"
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On Saturday, September 7, 2019, Jonas Robinson
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wrote:
My bucket also is full. I enjoyed this because I can related, and I think a lot could. Thank you for sharing. :)
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On Friday, September 6, 2019, Elizabeth kaczocha
(20) wrote:
Not sure if that's good or bad but thank you I think...
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On Friday, September 6, 2019, sadistic intent hex
(210) wrote:
straight to truth felt every word of discontent
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