Half Empty or Full?

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I've been drained of energy. Of life. My movements are sluggish. My feet drag over the ground. My head hangs low. Stray pieces of hair fall across my face. The glow in my eyes has diminished to no more than a dull flicker. I'm broken. He broke me. Proof is in the mirror. It's in my movements. In the way my chest hurts by his absence. In the way I feel half empty.

The salty tear dried streaks over my cheeks glint in the sunlight. The giant black bags hang under my eyes. My lips no longer curve upward but downward. My shoulders hunch forward. I want to disappear. My mind and body know of the horrible mistakes I made with him. But the dull ache in my heart questions if that's true.

Is it?

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