The news,

The phone Call,

The Anticipation,

The Choking on my own words of pure Clumsiness,

Bearing my soul in a few Breif words,

The answer,

The shock of it all,

The dullness through me,

The numbness

There would be no great Malicious plan, No great one liner

No last Sentiment of words of love or affection,

The wishing of happiness even know I don't mean it because I hope you choke
on all the words you ever said and all the tears you made me cry,

The end of the phone Call.

I she'd some tears not as many as before,

I think i am getting better ? but that is what hurts the most the lie,

now all that I am left with is sadness,

I am alone because I love you.
 
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