I have been used,
Over and over again.
The resources are draining out,
My existence is going faint.
Once there was a time,
I was so sure of myself.
Once there was time,
I made everything sustain.
Now that i am invisible,
not what you want to hold.
I am no more the object of your desire,
I am no more a pot of gold.
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