~Self Reflection~

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I don't love you.

I don't love your stringy hair.

I don't love your dark as night eyes.

I don't love the thick black frames that hide your emotions out of sight.

I don't love the shape you make or the clothes that you wear to hide it.

I don't love the way you speak.

The way you talk.

The way you think.

I don't love you, not at all.

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