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Shelved
A loss of thought, a lack of self
I shove my feelings upon the shelf
right at the back where no one can see
that helpless empty part of me
covered in dust, as black as my heart
in a world of which I could never be part
Alone and shunned, kept far away
in hopes to be returned one day
dusted down and polished anew
to begin this life and see it through
but for now I sit here, looking down
a painted face with a bitter frown
A loss of purpose, a lack of self
Watching from high upon my shelf...
