Deleted

Deleted.
That's all I am now.
A piece of memory that has been permanently deleted from your hard drive.
I can feel it.
I felt when you moved the arrow over my name and it dragged me to the recycle bin.
Recycle.
Yeah, sure.
Recycle the old to begin anew.
Is that why you put me there?
I doubt it.
You deleted me without a second thought.
Like I was a virus, going through your files and corrupting them in ways that would make them irreparable.
I'm not the brightest of the data,
I don't have as many color pigments as other bits,
But I know that you deleted me nonetheless.
There was even a split second when a window opened that asked if you were certain about removing me,
You clicked yes.
I can feel it now.
The data…
MY data…
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