Empty

By MK   

I've always been a stepping stone.
The fixer.
The healer.
The pitstop.
The layover.
The one that people find and stay until I've patched up all their holes.
And then they go.
They go on their way to love and live wholeheartedly.
But they don't realize the patches they leave with are pieces of me.
And I think that's why I feel so empty.

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