to my ex, Melanie.
Thank you
for hanging around for a few.
I've learned something new about myself.
I just don't like love itself.
I'm done with romance.
It's annoying like ants.
Why love someone
when they want to run?
It just throws you away
and calls it a day.
Plus, it'll never come back.
That's something it lacks.
Thank you again.
I ran out of ink in my pen.
So my love life
is coming to an end.
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Art and Other Shit
Randomwhy do I live this book only for Gucci fam people As you can tell, strong language so be careful if you're not into that stuff
