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Two days- Forty Eight hours

Its been two days
forty-eight hours of endless pain.

I cant think without seeing your face.
I cant speak without accidentally whispering your name.

My eyes still burn from the first day the first goodbye.
And my throat remains swollen making it all too hard to swallow.

My hands fist involuntarily.  
and my feet seem to trip over everything.

But forty eight hours , two whole days ,I have done nothing but sit in the pile of shit you left behind.
Inhaling the last bit of my only dream before reality made it bust at its seems.
Written by Jasmine05 (Firebird)
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