Letter

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An unopened letter lays on the table

With your handwriting on the outside

Gut punching me the minute I see it

I can't move

Can't breath

Can't think

I know what's in there 

It's a goodbye

Meaning everything we had 

Is gone

You're moving on

Leaving me behind

This is our final goodbye

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