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With each passing day,

Slowing the steps I take,

This smile on my face,

Becomes more difficult to fake.

Another day without you

Is not another day at all.

Just another nightmare

Foreshadowing my fall.

In this cruel world

You expect me to reside

Without the gift

Of having you by my side.

My lover,

Best friend,

You promised

"'Till the end".

"End of time"

Was that last week?

That's what you're saying

With cold words you now speak

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