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Bitter tears stream down her face,
Bitter thoughts stream through her mind,
what could have been,
what should have been.
Now they’re through.
Her wasted time,
her wasted breath,
she’s done weeping,
she’s done thinking.
Now they’re through.
she wanted what wasn’t hers,
she wanted what wasn’t rite,
If only he was different,
If only he was here.
Now they’re through.
Now she is
Alone.





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