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6:43am
An object set in motion, little force did it require-
So easily put to stop, was it destined to expire?
What I thought found it's place, what I thought would hold-
Fallen back from grasp, leaving nothing but the cold.
Sun burnt like image, still fresh in my mind-
Your face I still see, causing tears that blind.
The days grown long, the nights burn slow-
My sense of directions lost, I don not know where to go.
So many questions I ponder, so many I dare not ask-
Would I get the truth from you, or would you try to mask?
The void you left in me, the portions dead in my heart-
I still don't know how to fill this, not even where to start.
Will the day come when this will end, only time will tell-
From now until then, I am in my own hell...