discontinuance. out of use.
we were a sentence that had been abruptly cut off mid-speech. we were a book that had been on hold for a million years, thrown into a pile of drafts. i was your trusty old iphone 6, and once you got your filthy hands on a brand-new model, you never put me to use again.
so much wasted potential, so much hoping for something that could never be. never again.
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Catharsis | On Hold
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