Day Thirteen

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Today was the first day,
One of many to come,
That you weren't in my world.
You were truly gone.
I don't know how I did it,
But I managed to get home all on my own.
Why had you kissed me?
Why didn't you save that last breath for yourself?
Why did it have to be me?
I can't fucking open my eyes now.
I see you everywhere.
It's not funny.
I can't glimpse a a fucking white wall without seeing you,
Or a memory.
Fuck.
You're actually gone.

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