The world feels empty,
the world feels cold,
without me,
to lighten the load.
I feel low,
taken advantage of,
old and worn,
tossed and torn.
I need to laugh,
and talk too,
my personality us unique,
but my style is used.
Thoughts and actions is my ancient form,
evenings are clear and warm,
I do not mind the occasional storm,
let the rain come.
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