Tuesday, 6 June 2017


Once bright blue and spring with colour now I am unwashed and dirty, unloved and old, I haven't been worn in years. Now busted and split, I was the reason why he won his matches, now that I've been replaced he loses every single game. I sometimes wonder if he still cares about me or even loves me he hasn't worn me in ages I can't wait till he does, if he does. What am I.

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