| I'm only a memory now. Something to be forgotten. |


A Broken CommodityI am a creation of broken things: radios, televisions, cameras, old record players... What would be considered new and useful is now me. I was once a collection of obsolete things that are no longer wanted, but I was put together by an anonymous creator, who made me feel anew again. I thank whoever created me, but despise those who have thrown me away. Yet I cannot hate those who carelessly discarded me because I'll be hating the past I once had that made me feel great in a time... in...a time that I can now barely remember, but I recognize the feeling that stems from the moment of my own creation. (Ah, how I would imagine that long, lost memA Broken Commodity
| I'm only a memory now. Something to be forgotten. |
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