Two Days

The mystery of self agony is such a pondered thing

My tender heart is so slowly crumbling at my feet

The pieces are breaking off and none of them can I keep

They are falling, crashing to the ground 

This is my last defeat

Two days of struggle tearing me up inside

Two days of loneliness where no one hears me cry

Two days of horror from which I can not hide

Two days revealing my fought for final goodbye.

The End

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