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I thought I had it,
But it slipped out,
Of my hand,
Like the finest of sand.
It leaks through,
The cracks of my heart,
As well.
It never notified,
How much had seeped through.

I spent my waking hours,
Mulling over,
The death of my happiness,
In total grieve,
Tears obscuring,
My ability to think clearly.
It seeped through me,
Passed through like thin air.

It's a scary phenomenon,
I never knew,
The fire aftereffects,
It was right under my nose,
And I blatantly let it pass.
Indeed I was blind,
Most careless,
But there's no undo button,
On the keyboard of life.
It slips past me,
So easily,
Seamlessly.

How attentive must I be,
To reverse,
This irreversible plague,
I have been hit with?
Its power,
Its heartlessness,
It never waits,
Impatient it is.
I run side by side it,
Running out of breath,
On the brink of exhaustion,
It continues on,
The distance between us widens.

Heartbreak,
Fills my being,
A copious amount,
Of the hidden power,
What a heartless object,
Concept,
I pour into my heart,
And it consumes me further.

Time,
It extends,
Your pain,
To no limits.
Hurts you,
More than you should.

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