i'm in a forgotten folder on my desktop
filled with photos
of a love i thought i had
the edges of the screen
hide all that wasn't in the shots
harsh words and selfish thoughts
disapproving glances and lonesome cots
and i wonder where she is
what she's think of me now
i am motivated to be better
but the motivation feels brown and black and grey and no shade of pure
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