One

One
second.
One
minute.
One
hour.
One
day.
One
week.
One
month.
One
year.
One
horrible
gutwrenching
year
without
you.
It's
not
better,
and
I
don't
want
another.
I
need
you.
I
need
your
sweet
kiss
your
arms
around
me.
I
need
you.
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