It's a terrible waste to wake up and not appreciate the sunrise.
It's a terrible waste to use a one glorious sunflower plant as an ash-tray.
It's a terrible waste to sit here and use my morning trying to conjure up some form of emotion as a reaction.
Nope. Nada. Nothing. Maybe except for a deep melancholy.
It's funny that two people who were once so close, can grow so far apart to the point that what the other says doesn't matter anymore.
I guess this must be what you call an evolution of time.
Trust me - I, too, can't be asked to argue anymore.
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