So big,
It can hold enough Love,
To love the world.
Love for all my friends and family,
Love for all who are unloved,
Love for the killer who butchered my Brother,
Love for one and all.
Even myself.
Yet,
All we have is now,
And right now,
My heart,
Is empty,
Or nearly so.
Big as the world,
Hollow as a junkie's promise.
I am running on fumes.
Help.
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