Sweet Nothings is Nothing

I have grown weary of these nothings,

Once they were sweet, now they are nothing.

Words flow tepid and forced,

Cold glue.

I will keep to myself,

And you to yours.

Life is fleeting,

There is no place for this masquerade.

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