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Hell Week
I hate this, it's so hard, I didn't realize how much you're a part of me. Not seeing you, not holding your hand, not talking to you, not kissing you, not feeling whole..for these few days at least. But these days feel far from few, they feel like a month.
I hate knowing that if I call, you won't pick up, if I stop by, you won't be there, if I talk to you, you won't answer.
It's not because you don't want to, you don't have a choice.
When we sat in class, me studying, you struggling to stay awake, I sat there with tears in my eyes, because I hate this so much, and I'm helpless, and I can't do anything about it.
I just want this all to be over
It's not just a week of hell for you......
very emotional poem. i could sense what you were going through.