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Until I found you
Five days
Never were
A long time.
Just a blink,
And they were
Over.
Funny how
Time changes
Its meaning.
Five days
Used to be
Nothing.
Until
They became
Five days
Without
Her.
Every hour
Stretches itself,
Refusing
To come to
An end.
Every minute
Lasts
Just a bit
Longer.
Seconds
Still pass
The same way.
They just
Feel different.
Turns out
Forever
Isn’t measured
In years.
Sometimes,
It’s only
Five days.
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