would She ever disappear?

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She is here,
again

I thought She left,
but She always comes back.

She hides sometimes
as to trick me into thinking She left.
But She doesn't,
She never leaves.
She only hides,
waiting for her time to appear,
waiting for the right time to make her big entrance.
Like a princess at a ball,
Like a pop star at a concert

And every entrance hits hard,
harder than the one before,
keeps me wandering if i can continue to endure this pain...

She is here,
would She ever disappear?

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