I find myself in the same place,
Alone and terribly cold.
Just stuck in the same case,
Making me recall teary times of old.
These lonely stories I have told
Sadden my heart until I become rock.
To think, I was once gold!
That fire burning inside me, now in a lock.
The day passed by,
So beautiful, luscious, and great,
I felt as though I could fly.
You contact me; now all I feel is an immense weight.
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