Left without a hint or trace of your existence

Something smells afoul with the cryptic remnants of our communications

Hardly a mastermind of an escapee, I find the traces, I find the littered remains of the thoughts you once had for me

Bitter tasting potions, recollections of the failure I achieved in satisfying your needs

Somehow you care just enough to remind me of how far I fell

Yet stay in the light to give me hope of where I could return

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