Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write

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I'm planning the end of us before we even laid in the whole of our own graves, space because I feel the cracked ribs from us what he touched I can see you drown to give me a mile away because I'm not the romantic type and he likes to be held more suicide notes and 17 missed calls then I am  " I love you too" and you're in and I'm in the bathroom trying not to swallow these pills because I always seem to choke on the I love you part and I feel heartbreak in my throat before it's even happened and you'll  fall out of love with me and you'll forget the way I looked but I'll never forget you, I remember every fucking detail.
(Don't fucking touch me , don't fucking say you loved me.)