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Five Years

Words laced with tears
crush the wall of hate
I built to separate
myself from you.

'I have five years left to live.'

How does knowing this
change everything?
I knew it was bad.
Maybe hopeless.
But these simple words
crush me.
I can't breathe.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
Without thoughts of you.

How do I handle this?
These five years.

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