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She leaves behind a trail of tears

for all to feel her grief

The happiness and love she had

was only short and brief

Pining over what once was

She dwells upon the past

Driven mad, she deals out blame,

Screaming, who did what to who last.

Throwing guilt at someone, who doesn't seem to care,

Only tends to eat at you, and really gets you nowhere.

Swallow your hurts or just desserts and move on past the pain,

There's more to life than wading in puddles and "Standing in the Rain."