The dripping

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07450
United States
40° 59' 4.524" N, 74° 6' 22.9608" W

And then she heard it.
The dripping.
It went on for hours,
Days,
Months,
Years.

Maybe it had been there all along,
She was just ignorant till then.
She tried to fix the leak,
But it would just keep dropping.
Never stopping for hours,
Days,
Months,
Years.

Before she knew it,
She had grown to hate the dripping.
It was the constant.
Everything was built around it.
It drove her crazy for hours,
Days,
Months,
Years.

Until one day it stopped,
It dropped its last drop.
How do you love something,
If you'd only ever hated it?
Can you miss something, 
If it never showed you emotion?
She was lost for hours,
Days,
Months,
Years.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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