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"At the same time as always"

Today the clock did not sound at the the same time as always and that messed up my day and managed to throw the routine out the window and it ended on the floor upside down.

Today the clock did not sound at the same time and nothing went well for me. And suddenly, just before the day began to pity me because of my bad luck and tried to content me, I remembered that I had forgotten you a little while ago, and I cried. I cried hopelessly.

I cried because of your goodbye, because you left and because of the way in which you left even though, in reality I know that you wish you did not want to. I think of her, and in that child that she carries in her womb; in her own womb, she carries that baby.

The simple title which you have given her made her be the one whom you chose even though you wish you were with me. You left with her simly because of that ring that you gave her on that dark and sad night in my life; because you made a promise to her that night and that very night you nailed in my womb the title of "the other woman." I was only the other woman, I always was. The other woman I always was, and I never noticed that until that child began to grow in her womb; that child which you fake having always wanted and only with her. At least that is what you say, even though I know it's not the truth.

Today the clock did not sound at the same time as always and that, by messing up my day, made me think that after all that happened passed, I'm still without you. I was always the other one, and that I will always in your memory the other woman be.

But, in reality, wasn't she the other one? She was the one ripped you away from my life with the unexpected news of a child that surprised everyone especially me. If you were supposedly separate, then, tell me: how did you get her pregnant?

You lied to me and maybe I have been stupid all along. Yes, the stupid one has been me for believing in your lies, and for not telling you when you chose her, that I'm also pregnant. And also for right now believing that my pregnancy could have changed anything.

All this happened because the clock did not sound at the same time as always.

Meanwhile, I keep crying hopelessly and I try to forget all this once again if the
first time that I tried to forget you was hard, why would this time be different?

Once again, the clock sounds, but once again mistakenly and not at the same time as always.

Suddenly, I stop crying because I wake up screaming as I look at the alarm clock,
and you you're not there. You're not there with me. I notice that my nightmare is reality and I understand that since the day in which you left, the clock has never sounded at the same time as always and never the same since the beats of our hearts no longer beat the the rhythm of the time of that clock, which will never sound
at the same time as always.

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