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  • Walking down the street, one day I found you.
    Dented, bent, tarnished, gray.
    I brought you home and made you new,
    clean and fresh like the morning dew.
    Your gem was bright with colors all around, I finally thought I'd found solid ground.
    I wore you with pride as I changed and grew, and as I moved so did you.
    But your colors changed dark and brooding, and inside myself something was wrong.
    You brought out the fault in me, the parts of me I'd rather not see.
    Your stone grew cold and black with deceit, until at last I took a seat.
    I remembered all the light I had.
    I remembered every single memory, emotion, every single look.
    You had made me dark as of late, misuse my mind and even hate.
    What I had once restored, had tarnished again and at that moment I realized I couldn't control you not now, not even then.
    So, I tossed you aside and vowed to never cling to was and will forever be my most precious mood ring.
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