the blank screen stares me in the face
It's unreadable
and I feel judged
by the lack of words there
like the screen hates me for not making it beautiful with my feelings
for failing to glorify it with my thoughts
I feel ashamed of myself
for letting it down
poor screen, with it's blankness
and lack of identity
and poor me
the writer who couldn't fix it.
It's unreadable
and I feel judged
by the lack of words there
like the screen hates me for not making it beautiful with my feelings
for failing to glorify it with my thoughts
I feel ashamed of myself
for letting it down
poor screen, with it's blankness
and lack of identity
and poor me
the writer who couldn't fix it.
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