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With a heavy heart,

she rose from her seat,

glancing out into the rain-slicked streets,

feeling like a ghost immersed in memories.

As she whispered a silent farewell,

she stepped out into the rain,

where the lines blurred

between tears and drops from the sky.

In that moment,

she understood that love was fleeting,

a signal only partly received.

The echoes of what was

could never be replaced,

but in their absence,

she would carry the memories

—cherish the unspoken threads

that once tied them together,

forever navigating her heart

in the silence they left behind.

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