Misplaced

Not fitting here
Discarded there
Thrown to the side
To the walls shall it stare

Misplaced in the world
Not fitting to say
A singular thing
Just thrown away

Broken and twisted
Marred in its form
Its pieces are cold
Never shall be warm

It struggles for better
It grasps for these straws
Pain is its one virtue
Happiness its loss

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