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Motions going slowly as I wait for time to move.
Without you I feel nothing...
With you I feel as one...
Half of me is missing...
The time ticks slowly as five minutes
Feels like five years.
I begin to wonder what date it is...
Monday is today and yesterday was
Friday...
I can't remember when was the last
Time I ate a whole meal...
Nothing tastes right...
Nothing smells inviting...
I talk to you,
Trying not to let you
Know how much I hurt inside...
But truth be known, you
Already know...because you
Feel the hurt too...
Three weeks compared to
Three hundred years...
Everything remains the same...
Phone calls and aggrivation...
Tears that can be heard and
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