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Good for Nothing
When was it that I stopped caring for you?
Was it after you had abandoned me?
After you tried to manipulate me?
Was it something else?
Either way I stopped caring.
What you have done to me
Is something I will never do,
Something that is worthy of damnation.
Apparently you care not for your creation,
Or the other things you have made.
Good riddance, for you do not matter to me.