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It's so quick isn't it?
Happens everywhere
You choose to not listen
You choose to ignore
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Fri-
And then it stops going
Because their days are over
Friday and that's it
Over;
Gone
But why did they leave before Saturday
Why not Monday
Why did they cut their days so short
Their numbers so small
No longer breathing air
Just breathing water
Breathing smoke
Breathing blood
Breathing nothing
Empty heads
Set on their shoulders
Nothing left inside
But a few words
Their last ones
The smiles they once had
Gone forever
Empty bottles,
Cabinets,
Eyes,
Heads.
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
No weekends left to spend
Only empty heads
Set on broken shoulders.

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