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Sitting here quietly on a wooden bench,

Holding more knowledge than you expect.

Identical to the rest physically,

But different nevertheless mentally.

Black scars etch my wrinkled body,

Peeking out of my dress that you will think of as rag.

I am a noble in a society where aristocracy lost its influence.

My sister, Britannica has changed her shape and form to thrive in this new world.

Yet, I stubbornly remain in my original form,

Not accepting to change my looks to please others.

Here I am waiting,

Waiting for days,

Waiting for years,

Now waiting for decades.

My spine is worn down,

My skin is dry and rough,

My hair slowly falls with a single touch.

I am buried in the back of your mind like a hidden gem long lost and forgotten.

Do you remember my existence?

What am I?