Something Lost

I used to have something,
something odd;
I think I lost.
It was deep,
but yet so unpredictable.
The parts that made me feel bad ,
the parts that made me cry.
Alot of the time that something,
always made me cry.
If I had to change it,
the way that things have been
I think I’d change everything;
or maybe just a trim.
No matter why,
it’s always there.
It’s always lost,
It’s always bare.

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