I remember when the small things
Were still a priority to our lives
When you enjoyed watching me bathe
And when there was real
Substance
behind our actions
But now they are monotonous parts
of our everyday
Our conversations have become
empty and meaningless
And the Flare that used to
keep me alive
has dwindled
into ashes
Each depicting something in me
you washed out
or extinguished
I don't know where to go from here.
 
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