Splintered Leave me damp and dark, Leave me to rust, Leave me in this empty box. Sure take my profits, Exploit my weakness, Leave me for stone. But, don't expect this gold to shine, Once you've caked me in the mud from your shoes. You were always the parasite, Use me up and leave a cave, Where you've worn away at my ragged heart, Naked in the spotlight. I moulded to fit you. We grew around each other, But as you said: "Spring came and man needs his chair" Ouch.
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