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I can't hold this anymore,

my mind grows weary replaying what's stored,

you're a light i try to follow to this day,

never mind the reason, it's all for the way,

you treated me when i was awarded kisses,

calmed me down when i stacked up on my misses,

now what is this? you can't even calm me?

when you felt down it used to subconsciously alarm me,

yet now when i need someone, anyone, just need help,

i've tried to put it aside wasting time on my shelf,

just to find her in every novel, where can i run?

to feel just like you, it-never-happened type of done,

you hung me up, then waited to pull me down,

donated me to Goodwill so you won't see me around,

but Goodwill declined, sent me to a landfill,

to live out the rest of my days in a stand still.