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the days continue to go by
faster and faster than i'd like.
it's been almost three months now
and every now and then i still breakdown.
i haven't seen you since
you decided to leave me
and sometimes it feels like
you never existed...
like maybe our time together
was just a fever dream
or you're some kind of imaginary friend
i made up inside my head.

i don't cry nearly as much as i use to
and i'm starting to think of you less.
i have times when i'm under a lot of stress
and wish you were here to calm me
when i'm a mess.
instead i pick up some wine
and pour myself a glass,
cheers to the awful fucking aftermath.

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