A soul,
Tortured and forgotten.
Lost beneath the shadows,
Pushed by Shirt and Chair
Into a bed of depression.
A lonely sock,
Once vibrant and loud,
Now quiet and filthy.
Will there be a time again
When I can be pulled up and adored?
I lose myself in time and agony,
And yet, I remember those days.
Despair.
-Socky
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