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Loving you is like filling a broken bucket peppered with holes I pour myself into you and fill you to the brim with my love for awhile it stays full but only to leak and drain the harder I work to keep it filled the harder it becomes to keep you satisfied I use all of me and my own bucket giving you everything I have until I’m empty and dry I’m weak exhausted working day and night to keep it full to keep you here keep you satisfied and when I grow old and tired and I’ve nothing left of me to give all of me is drained crawling on my knees to fill you with the last sweat from my brow is still not enough I am empty I am weak and you kicked your bucket from my grip I gave all of me to feed your insistent thirst withered and frail I covet my bucket to satiate my pain but it has been bare for some time my knees weary and cold I watch you walk away trailing behind you a bucket of holes I am more broken than ever
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well damn, I'm sad now again
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well damn, I'm sad now again Sorry pumps  didn’t mean to make anyone sad just been in a mood lately the creative juices flowing needed to come out lol
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well damn, I'm sad now again Sorry pumps didn’t mean to make anyone sad just been in a mood lately the creative juices flowing needed to come out lol It's lovely, just too close to home maybe 
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Very sad words, I know some of these feelings myself
 But do you know what? A trail left behind by someone, will wither one day. Of course, your heart is blocked but there is ways to unblock it. I heard something like that by Jennifer, aka my poor psychiatrist a few times. How this might work? Working on it ... |
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Interesting conversation.
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Very sad words, I know some of these feelings myself But do you know what? A trail left behind by someone, will wither one day. Of course, your heart is blocked but there is ways to unblock it. I heard something like that by Jennifer, aka my poor psychiatrist a few times. How this might work? Working on it ... Good to hear your working on it larsi
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Interesting conversation. I have many of those conversations with myself...I think people are starting to make phone calls to the psych ward about me... |
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Very sad words, I know some of these feelings myself But do you know what? A trail left behind by someone, will wither one day. Of course, your heart is blocked but there is ways to unblock it. I heard something like that by Jennifer, aka my poor psychiatrist a few times. How this might work? Working on it ... Good to hear your working on it larsi Thanks Long way to go though, I guess that psychologist of mine, to refer properly to her title, must have nerves of steel 
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Nice run on sentence...
  On the serious side, very nice Junebug... Thank you for sharing. 
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Nice run on sentence... On the serious side, very nice Junebug... Thank you for sharing. You know how I roll I run on and on an on...like the energizer bunny  lol thanks
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Very emotive words ATW. Thank you for sharing  Thank you delightful
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Very sad reading but you compared love with broken bucket so well. Thanks for sharing
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Very sad reading but you compared love with broken bucket so well. Thanks for sharing Thank you lol I’m no where near talented with my words as you but I try  ♀️
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Atw..
 Beautifully haunting and tragic.. heartfelt and emotionally draining.. two thumbs up-The Westy Post 
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Atw.. Beautifully haunting and tragic.. heartfelt and emotionally draining.. two thumbs up-The Westy Post Sounds like a very good description of me  
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Loving you is like filling a broken bucket peppered with holes I pour myself into you and fill you to the brim with my love for awhile it stays full but only to leak and drain the harder I work to keep it filled the harder it becomes to keep you satisfied I use all of me and my own bucket giving you everything I have until I’m empty and dry I’m weak exhausted working day and night to keep it full to keep you here keep you satisfied and when I grow old and tired and I’ve nothing left of me to give all of me is drained crawling on my knees to fill you with the last sweat from my brow is still not enough I am empty I am weak and you kicked your bucket from my grip I gave all of me to feed your insistent thirst withered and frail I covet my bucket to satiate my pain but it has been bare for some time my knees weary and cold I watch you walk away trailing behind you a bucket of holes I am more broken than ever Been there, done that. Refuse to do it again. I now use a thicker love to fill the bucket of holes. It no longer pours out it oozes out of every hole. What's more, Lately, I just get tired of topping it off. My bucket has less holes and leaks less quickly, yet it always seems to go empty anyway? I lined it will a special screen that allows the thinner superficious love to just pour out but the thicker more meaningful love clogs the screen and stays longer. The trick is to fill the bucket with cement. Then, it will never leak out. |
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I can relate....
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^^^ What he said.
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Nice run on sentence... On the serious side, very nice Junebug... Thank you for sharing.
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