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Once adored, almost immediately forgotten about,
Cast aside, set to drift in the wind,
My lover amnesicac, the memory of me fading,
Abandoned for what I covered,
And not loved for what I truly am.
Creating clutter,
Being the source of anger
Misdirected.
This wasn't my choice,
I was a victim,
Yet I am the receptor of so much
Rage,
And all I can do is lie here
Hoping the winds come along
And carry me on to where I can
No longer be seen
And hated so much
For things, not in my control.