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Life Without You

At first, life without you was a torture form worthy of medieval  prisons

using my phone without texting you

picking up my pen without writing you

opening my mouth without speaking to you

But then

It became a way of life as

I stopped expecting your texts

I stopped writing you love letters I’d never send and

I stopped wanting to talk to you

But just because I’m used to it

doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt

which makes me wonder

Has it really stopped being torture

or has torture become a way of life?

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