Reflections and regrets

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Her heart, a fragile vessel, now adrift in pain's deep sea,
Wonders 'neath the weeping willow, "Was the fault in me?"
Each tear, a word unspoken, each sob, a dream undone,
A tapestry of tender hopes, now unraveled, come undone.

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