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Apr 2019
You were my greatest gift
I could not hesitate to open
For many years
Your name, I praised
If only the feeling would last

Time passed by
You have lost your bow
Now there is feelings of contempt
You are an empty box
All your contents fade away
As if a mere facade

I am left alone
With this empty gift
The first of which you gave
My life itself
You left in ruin

All for meaningless gain
Written by
Michael Burgess  18/M
(18/M)   
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