Words don’t excite anymore.The once so beautiful words — free, floating, callous and still. They aren’t free anymore. The meaning is lost. They are just alphabets after all. Overused and belittled. I don’t want something used so often…do you feel anything? The beauty is lost. The stench has grown. These words, sluts. Have serviced every man they know. Easily available…disparaging my trust in them. Destroying what was nearest to me. Damaging what I had known for years. No, you don’t interest me anymore. Go to someone who doesn’t know how to use you. I knew. I respected. I valued. I am done.

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