You needed to break me down,
before you could mould me
into the perfect vessel
to carry your wants,
your desires –
a vessel for your unrealized ambitions.
You found me lacking,
so you changed me.
Little by little,
I felt pieces of myself
fall and fade away…
(Never to return?)
until there was nothing left,
but an echo.
Your ideas, your ideals,
reflecting back from the dark depths of an empty cavern.
A desolate cave.

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