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She's walking away, unable to speak to me.
Carried by the draft, her perfume, an incomplete reminder

of who I used to know

The cries of regret repeat in my mind, giving me the most pain.
Her soul slips away from mine.
My heart drains, leaving loneliness.
There is nothing left to think.





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