I sometimes sit and think whether I ever meant anything to anyone,
Maybe one person or is it none?
Am I not even a little flower in someone's field?
Am I really just a wounded soldier with a broken shield?
I know I've long lost my army, now there's nothing left,
I blame you for taking it all, in stealing you were a deft.
I sit alone, my eyes fill up because what I foresee,
Is loneliness, oblivion and me.
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