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The tears are streaming down her face,
And her heart seems to throb.
She appears to have lost her place,
And this sadness won't stop.

She's looking at the photo,
Replaying the event in her mind.
She's trying to remember,
Why she did it this time.

Her salty tears fall from her cheeks,
Rolling away from the pain.
She's so full of angry anxiety,
That'll she'll just sit in the pouring rain.

There's too many memories,
To bury forever in her mind.
She will start to laugh at them,
But end up crying like a lost child.

To say sorry would be pointless,
But she can't think of anything else to do.
For days she'll think of ideas,
To make it up to you.