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She sits alone now,
arms wrapped around her knees.
She waits for a voice to call,
but hear nothing but a breeze.

Tears stream down her face,
while thinking about the pain.
It lightnings, thunders,
and then it starts to rain.

Her mind is shooting blanks,
while searching for the truth.
Why did you decide to kill me?
What did I do to you?

Wasn't I ever good enough,
wasn't I worth your time?
All we felt...memories...
you're saying they were lies?

She pushes her hair out of her face,
and begins walking to her comfort.
She tried to forget it all,
but it just won't stop to hurt.

Maybe, gradually, it will all just disappear. Deep down, though:
I'll always wish you were here