Worn - poem
I am worn out.
Used to my limit.
The seams will begin to loosen.
Rips will start to form.
I am worn.
Tears will come to me eventually.
It's been so long.
Remember being new?
Fresh out of the box.
Now I'm worn.
Used.
Old.
I feel it.
Everything changing.
The new feeling from new to old.
Old and worn.
The tears with widen.
Seams come undone.
I am done.
I am worn out.
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Ugh * Rambles
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