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It's been one week today
Yet it feels like only hours have passed
At night I lay awake
Arm outstretched on your side of the bed

I dread and welcome the moments of loneliness
The tears that fall and soak into my shirt
Sometimes I can't breathe
And all I can do is clench my teeth

Every drive reminds me of you
All the songs you would sing seem to play one after another
And I envy the elderly couples I see
Because we were suppose to grow old together

Every piece of this heart you fixed
Now barely holds it shape
It's all crumbling before me
And I'm barely holding on