Not a Myth

Cast aside like some long forgotten toy
Broken and bruised, I am here collecting dust
Maybe someone will come along and find the time
To fix me up an call me their own

Secrets shared and not a moment too soon
Filled my head with dread and despair
A lost soul, I drift with formless energy
Finding shelter in the darkness of a new hole

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