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If anyone has ever treated you

like the wet, wrinkly washcloth 

that hangs alongside their damp 

bathing towel. The one that once clung 

to their body, and shielded them from 

the icy air so it couldn’t send 

goosebumps down their spine.

They’re not worth it. 

Not a single tear falling 

from those crystal-blue eyes. 

Shed them for someone else. 

Savor your love for the one 

who lifts your lifeless body 

after it crumbles to the floor. 

For the one who breathes new life 

into your soul without 

blinking an eye.