it's gone
for good, there is no turning back.
no do over,
no try again.
you've got nothing to say,
no feelings left.
no love,
no like, no lust remains.
just an empty
feeling of dread.
knowing that you have to
get out, get away,
not tomorrow,
not next week, but now,
it's time to put this nightmare
to bed.
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