The hopes that I have sewn, you've uprooted and destroyed,
To thrash at me and strand me, are the tactics you've employed.

I once had hopes with strong foundations, but due to your threats and machinations,

I lost what I was, and all that I had,
And that has made bitter, dejected and sad.

And now I'm but a shell of what I used to be,
Because what I was before, is not what's left of me.

I'm the epitome of loneliness, emptiness and desolation,
And all of this due to your horrid machinations.

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