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Their five days(5) in a week include the weekend (2) makes seven(7) tomorrow @ 12 am is the 31st which makes eleven(11) since my life was affected infected by this sadness which has operated in a moderate rate slowly devouring my being in whole but doing it in sections still can't believe though their no relieve to the fact that the five years(5) we spent connected are now deceased I still think when I press those ten(10) every night when i lay in bed that I'll be able to correct or at least intersect but I hear a recording a notice of disconnect how easily things were swept into a dark closet padlock door dismal ending filled with regret while one remembers and the other forgets A cellar made from an a rubik's cube with no exit nor direction just images and sentiments torn to shred by rejection my heart taboo'd and tattoo'd so in the afterlife long after my heart has stopped it's beat my spirit will still ache for your whispers and expressions for you have left an impression a dire desire to love me accompanied by the need to hurt me for the sins of the past turned into a menacing obsession cursed to walk this earth an emotional disturb soul hollowed by your hand stressing over the lost of a blessing 1/20/16 7/11 I love you happy birthday