Moving On

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The first night was terrible
I scream, throw things and weep
I closed my eyes suppressing tears,
But still I cannot sleep.

The second day was horrible
My eyes are swollen red
For I have cried all night long
Thoughts of you filled my head.

The second night , still the same,
I still cried myself to sleep.
Is our love means nothing to you,
That you can't even value and keep.

The third day I have no appetite
I find it hard to eat
For my tears keeps on falling down,
Trembling lips and teeth

And its been a year now
I'm starting to feel alright
moving on wasn't easy
But forgetting you feel so right.

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