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Posted July 13, 2023 at 5:46 pm

There's no disgust, any longer. But also the sublime is gone. What is left?

I feel hollowed out. I have no purpose. I have no self.

I was used. But I was not discarded.

I... I want to be used again.

Let me be capable of being useful, again.

-Small cramped words written onto a sheet of paper and tossed into a rubbish bin