Your cup was empty
You knew it was gone
But you still reached for it
Like it was part of you
The best part of you
A little piece of perfection
Something that could never be replaced
It was a mirage
A shadow cast by your own soul
You became the fool
Trying to reach for something
That didn’t exist
Something you dreamed of
And tried to believe in
A simple cup
Filled with a wonderful life
A dream of something so perfect
That only a fool
Would succeed in reaching it once
And spill it
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