Broken dreams

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Your tears wet the floor, my hand holding open the door. Surprise lighting my face, tears wetting yours. I need not ask, for what happened I know, I try to comfort you but you tell me to go. Now I stand here alone, tears in my eyes, why does it feel like you've said goodbye?

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