These days pass slowly,
Never giving an opportunity for escape.
One day, twenty-four hours,
Only to start over again.
This shame is haunting,
Never allowing a moment of peace.
Seven days, one week,
And tomorrow will start another.
The secret is devastating,
Never providing an ease of pain.
Four weeks, one month,
And the hole only grows deeper.
Hours, days, weeks, and months,
Never admitting the truth.
One life, many mistakes,
And who will understand them?
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