My Journey

undreamed_friend

For the last couple of weeks, I feel so exhausted,

All my power has been absorbed by someone else.

Let me assume that person to be X.

How can they do without touching me for once?

I wish I had a power bank to recharge me once.

Unfortunately, I am the only model left in this world,

So the company decided to shut my power off.

Once I was useful,

Now I am in the storeroom to become nostalgic memory of someone.

  • Author: Undreamed Friend (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 6th, 2023 02:12
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 9
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  • Lorna

    Great imagery here!

  • Rocky Lagou



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