that I have become monotonous?
Was I fun and now you've moved on
because I'm no longer offering you excitement?
You stare blankly past my eyes
and past my soul.
The very parts of me that you once loved,
and yet you no longer do.
You try and hide the fact
that I am no longer amusing to you,
but it is in fact written upon your face.
"Bored to Death"
It says.
In your eyes.
In your letter.
Just let me know, put me out of my misery
So I shall know the end is here.
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