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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Tears streamed down her face as she swiftly ran in the woods, saving herself from “ Herself “. She continuously wept as she looked around, not finding what she was looking for. As she ran faster her heart ached with sorrow, for every beautiful image of nature reminded her of him. Suddenly, she stopped crying, and running, for her notice of pain faded away by “it” ’s beauty. Nothing was heard but the breathless breathes she hopelessly breathed in.. It looked beautiful, just like it always did. With it’s body held up high, and it’s emerald leaves swaying with the stormy wind. She cautiously came closer and tenderly felt it’s branch, where they both carved their names in a heart. Betrayal swam in her blood, making it more bitter, as her face twitched with pain. She helplessly laid her wounded body under the shadow of the tall glamorous tree where he used to hold her tight in his arms whenever they’d go there. However, this time nothing held her tight but agony. She started weeping again until love had blinded her and suffering had defeated her resistance. The sky pitied her death with passion as it roared with thunder and wept with raindrops of sorrow.. Maybe someday he’d go there to reminisce, and find that she had buried herself in his memory, and rotted under the tree where all their memories lived.. Could misery happen to be any sweeter.. ?
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