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Gone

You were gone for roughly 830 days. 
But you were here 
for 67
67 seems like such a small number but research says that it only takes 21 days to form a habit. 
It only took 21 days for me to expect to see you everyday
To expect that any left over food is immediately yours the moment I walk in the door
To expect you to ask me if something was stuck in my teeth every time I sucked them. 
To expect my stuff to be touched because my hat collection is better than yours
It took 21 days for me to learn that around 11 or midnight 
you’d be walking in that door ready to ask me about my day 
It took me 7 to realize that your presence 
Was a factor in stabilizing my mental health 
That day,
It took you one second to think about me before you thought about yourself
And It only took me two to break. 
After you left
It took me 12 hours to realize that you weren’t coming home. 
The same amount of time that it took me to miss you
It took me 1 day to stop crying 
That’s a lie 
I still cry
I’m crying right got now
It took me 4 days to play your music
Just so I could hear your voice 
And then it took me 30 seconds to cry again
It took me 4 days to realize 
that you’ll probably never get the chance to see me walk across a stage. 
And that’s all we ever talked about
It took me 1 hour to realize that after that day ill never be the same 
It took me two days to stop replaying the day in my head 
Two long days to archive that shit 
It took 4 days for the bruises to go away
You were here for 67 days 
But now you’re gone. 


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