Do you have any idea
how you left me?
Shattered, cut to shreds.
I peeled myself away
from the bottom of the bottle
because I had to,
but then I was just floating there,
Fifty years,
do you even remember?
It was the blink of an eye for you
but I lost generations;
I lost my whole world.
I still exist
in fragments.
I still exist in memory,
only in pieces.
Wake up.
Wake up
and let me out.

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