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I am the lonesome,
the loathed.
I am the pain, so numb;
the pleasure, so old.
The retired item,
that you once loved.
The rusted gem,
abused and drugged.
I am forgotten,
lost in the times.
Mind left rotten,
broken to rhymes.
As I watch the cold winds blow,
time passes with pains anew.
As the hurt continues to grow,
to you, my love, I say... Adieu.