It shielded all your blues. Only it could relax you during outbursts. You tore the bits of it whenever you made misconceptions. You never wanted it in rapture. Even then, it had couched by your side during hard times. At the end of the year, it was tossed in a box full of wastes, as you looked for a new one.
Is it because you gave it nothing but a deepest and darkest of sorrows in your life which you never wanted to remember?
Is it because it had no delight for you to recollect later?
A new year in your life was its obsolescence.