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She waits at the table, For all to judge her face. Nothing left around her, Feeling out of place. Wanting to call out, reach out for savior, But no one can even notice her changed behavior. Listen up for the silence is breaking, It’s changing. New rules to follow for everyone. She can not change what is present on the outside, She’s shaking. Falling apart but leaving forever some. Help for now falls blankly on one, The impact left can not be undone. It’s raging for eternity to ripped out inside, But it’s not coming, it’s starting to subside. For what can be written about this sad tale, Is that she chose to go down an entirely different trail. She wanted to embrace what once she hid from, Knowing that idea doesn’t go for everyone. She kept an open mind, letting it all fall behind, Not wasting anymore of her precious time.
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