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One, Two, Three

I sit here…
Sad.
Alone.
Afraid.
You are no longer beside me…
Gone.
Forgotten.
Unseen.
The tears won’t stop falling…
One.
Two.
Three.
My heart is cold….
Broken.
Frozen.
Still.
We had so little time…
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Why aren’t you here with me…?
C***.
Pull.
Bang.



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