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She stood there, a tear in her eye,
Hundreds perhaps thousands more on the ground below
Soaked up by the carpet she dug her toes into
As if to say 'I don't want to leave, don't make me leave'
And yet deep down inside she knew she had to go.
She stood there, as a tear slid down her cheek,
She lifted her hand to rub it away
The way she had seen her friends' mothers wipe their tears
For she knew there was no one there to wipe hers
All anyone would do is ridicule and blame her.
She stood there, a tear dropping off her face,
Leaving her the way her loved ones had,
Leaving her the way she wished she could leave others,
A mark of her sadness, a symbol of her hope,
She watched as the tear disappeared forever.
She stood there, the tears all gone,
Realizing the room around her was now empty,
That everyone had left, and she was alone.
She stood there, hearing laughter in the next room,
As she walked towards the door, towards the laughs.
She stood there, her tears now dry,
Laughter and peace replacing the sorrow and fear,
Among friends, whose eyes too looked worn from crying,
She looked back into that room, the carpet still damp,
A tear formed, but this time it was wiped away for her.

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