The day it all changedMature

Ever had one of those days?

An overwhelming urge to weep.

A distasteful understanding,

That you can't.

Those who want, can.

Those who need, just stay the same.

There are no words left.

Just the dull, prolonged ache.

Curse this self

inflicted response to reflection

resulting in the dull,

prolonged ache.

The dull prolonged ache:

Its hungry claws

Its savagery

Its likeness to forever.

The End

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