All her hopes shattered,
She immersed herself in that pain.
It is going to be a while,
For her, to be back again.
Nothing massive, nothing too bad,
Minute things have torn her apart.
As she sees, everyone leave,
Disappear in this big bad world,
Or, lost like she herself is!
Now when she says goodbye,
She also means,
Hold on to memories, when times are bad!
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