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The Worst Days
The mornings are the worst in the morning.
The muffled silence of the empty house.
The bleak prospect of the coming day.
The breakfast of oatmeal for one.
The afternoons are the worst in the afternoon.
The depressing lack of motivation.
The need for some sort of distraction.
The lunch of something leftover for one.
The evenings are the worst in the evening.
The solitude of another day closing in.
The oppressive feeling of loss.
The preparation of dinner for one.
The nighttime is the worst in the nighttime.
The despair of wondering how it all went wrong.
The necessary trick of reading until nodding off.
The lonely sadness of a bed for one.
The muffled silence of the empty house.
The bleak prospect of the coming day.
The breakfast of oatmeal for one.
The afternoons are the worst in the afternoon.
The depressing lack of motivation.
The need for some sort of distraction.
The lunch of something leftover for one.
The evenings are the worst in the evening.
The solitude of another day closing in.
The oppressive feeling of loss.
The preparation of dinner for one.
The nighttime is the worst in the nighttime.
The despair of wondering how it all went wrong.
The necessary trick of reading until nodding off.
The lonely sadness of a bed for one.
Published 17th Jul 2012
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27th Jul 2012 8:10pm
I like your style of writing, your candor and the depth of passion within the words. Simple, but you emoted the pain and emptiness flawlessly.
28th Jul 2012 2:25pm
Thanks. I was trying to get across how every moment of the day seems like it's the worst, and kind of endless.
