You give yourself two weeks
Fourteen days and it will all get better
It will hurt less
You will feel the sadness
Drain away
Making way for joy
Two weeks
You tell yourself to hold on
For fourteen days
Because your blank page, slate
Awaits you
And you can start afresh
It's the thirteenth day now
And all I feel is
Myself
Slipping away
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