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Poetry
Gone
I have a bad day
I have amazing news
I have a great day
I have terrible news
I want to tell you
I want to call you
I want to text you
I want to meet up with you
Then, I pause and remember you're no longer here
I no longer get to hear your voice
I no longer get to hear your laughter
I no longer get to read your words
I no longer get to see you
You... went away with the silence of a ring
~Cyndle Rosado~
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