Sometimes, I am out of words to write poetry and out of feelings to love.
Sometimes, I am out of pretty skirts to wear and out of colorful makeup to show off.
Sometimes, I am out of knowledge to debate and out of imagination to sketch.
Sometimes, I am out of passion to care and out of charisma to shine.
Sometimes, I am out of love to shower and out of peace to live the next moment.
I am out of kisses to give and out of warmth to hug you.
I am out of my mind capacity to fathom things and out of books to read.
I am out of comfort zones to keep calm and out of voice to scream at night.
I am out of energy to fight back and out of power to control.
I am out of selfies to post and heela to wear.
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