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This pen has been abandoned for a time
as the trend has become thus
once loved
now despised
once desired
now avoided
I am a deep canyon
with many echoes
I myself am a memory lost
a memory proven false
and thus I am hurt
unknown and hurting 
I retrieve the pen
and embrace myself
for I know what is wrong with the vision that destroys me
I know the unknown
and I care no more for recognition
a certain presence is unnecessary
for there to be freedom
I am a deep cave
where I lurk in wait
I am my own shield
and I pain over the bloody remains
a battle lost
yet still a victor