Despair
Depressed, for she will never come
Exhausted, from running from what I have become
Spiritless, for for without her I am nothing but a lump
Petrified, for I have left my stump
Aggressive, for I will fight to the end
Irate, for my heart will never mend
Restless, for I am in despair
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