In the shadowed glow of a flickering screen,
The Shemmy lies dormant, its light fading keen,
Once a world of laughter, of voices, and dreams,
Now whispers of silence where sunlight rarely beams.
Oh, Shemmy, dear vessel, let go of your past,
These echoes of joy, they won’t ever last.
Once vibrant and colorful, you danced in the night,
But now, like a page lost, you fade from the light.
Remember the laughter? The stories we spun,
The friendships that bloomed, the triumphs we won?
But times they are changin’, like tides ebb and flow,
And clinging to shadows won't help you to grow.
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