Why?
Lost like a message in a bottle
Folded in a tight space
No room to take a breath
Rolling in the waves
Used like a crimson rose
To symbolize a false belief
Thrown away when use is done
Left alone to degrade
Fading like a sunset
Bright until the very end
Turned into dark night
Beauty soon to leave
Lost, used, and fading
Wondering who to be
How to become new
Why am I here?
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