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18/06/16

by heatherfaye

I don't miss you, but I don't sleep with the covers tucked in anymore. I started changing the sheets more often and I'm doing okay, but I'll never flip my pillow the way you did. I don't miss you, but I leave crumpled wet towels on the floor now. I bought a new one specifically for my hair when it has just been dyed, it's plain black. I hope your blue towel is stained pink forever. I don't miss you, but I haven't watched the sunset for the last two weeks. I've started watching the sunrise instead. I'm tired of endings. I'm still doing okay. I don't miss you, but every time I write about you my heart races and everything turns into darkness. My doctor would probably suggest a pacemaker. I suggest another drink. I don't miss you, but I had to block your number to stop myself crawling back. I still remember it better than my own. I don't miss you, but maybe I'm lying to myself. I don't miss you, but I hope you miss me. I don't miss you, but maybe I should.
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Jun 18, 2016
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