Part 3: The places we cry

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I cried,
because my past came rushing back to me, reminding me of the peace I'll never feel.
She cried,
because the regret of her present is drowning her in agony.
And she cried,
because the future was slowly unfolding, through her eyes, right here.
...
And just like that, that place was a place of sorrow.

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