Filled
Broken and weeping
Over who I am
Who I should be
But I am not
Fear haunted me
Telling me stories
That all were lies
Until I made them true
All the expectations
That I never wanted
But were made to bear
Are all unmet now
So let Love come
And be poured out
Now empty of myself
I may at last be filled
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