My fingers almost trembled and defiantly shivered as I tried to type the words that evolved into this very sentence.
I have no business writing anymore, it\'s not my place no more, I thought.
I think I thought I could shake myself so to the core I had to think.
But there is truly nothing left.
I\'ve expended my feeble resources and it\'s capped so I can\'t refill.
I wanted to give my all but, as there\'s just vapours left I\'m forced to just wheeze.

I would never be a great writer or even a good one as you need more than empty words to fill up and alter mindset and give emotional states and bring you down to your knees as if you always meant to be there.

my outside\'s dead and my inside\'s empty and all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn\'t put humpty dumpty back together again...

full stop

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