57 Reasons to Break Up | Aaron Ramsey

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I held your hand for too long.

I can already tell how many lines you have on your palm; two short ones and one long one.

I feel it when you hold my hand, and think that I don't notice. Am I stupid to you?

I got bored of you:

Telling me English football stories as if I really didn't know from social medias,

And the multi-colored television that you had on all the time.

You treat me like a servant:

I'm not here to pick up your dirty clothes off the ground,

Or to help you wash your sweaty red, blue and white jersey kits when you come back from training every seven o' clock.

I've had enough. It's been three years that I've been going through this with you.

I don't know how to break up with you,

But I really want to.

I hate it when you speak and love it when you grab my hair and kiss me fiercely.

You will be the death of me, Aaron Ramsey.