Chapter Fifty Seven

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I don't miss you when you're gone,
Or text you when I get home. I'm tired of your face and your love makes me sick.
I don't think your body is art anymore, or your smile is perfection.
Being with you is just a daily chore that I also seem to leave incomplete.
You're a puzzle I'm too lazy to finish, a blank I don't want to fill and space I don't want to be occupied.
I want you to leave, but I don't know how to tell you.
I don't love you anymore, but I just don't know how to tell you.
How do you even tell someone that they're nothing to you now?

Please vote or comment. Is this boring? I think its boring.

Any who, please check out my other book which is similar to this one. Its called Lacing up Sneakers.
Happy Reading.

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