You're a empty, clear shell,
Containing nothing, that I can tell.
Maybe you should be filled.
Not high enough to be spilled.
Perhaps with something smooth,
Not that I've anything too prove.
Better yet something sour...
But I'm not sure if that's within my power.
Alcoholics alway good,
Although I'm not that misunderstood.
Maybe I'm best off with clear,
For with water, I have no fear.
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
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