Minutes, hours, days, months, years

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He was gone in the blink of an eye,
Gone like the wind, that once took my breath away,
Went on a plane, and soared out of my life.
The minutes were the worse, I couldn't stop crying.
Then minutes turned into hours, I started to sob.
Then hours turned into days, I never came out of my room.
Then days became months, My heart started to crack.
Then moths turn into years, he never came back...

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