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She was like a flower. Each day a petal fell off. And each day you loved her less. You no longer looked at her as if she was beautiful. In your eyes she was falling apart. Her colour faded. What once was extravagant is now a waste. And you sit in the past and try to remember why you once loved her. And she sits neglected and broken waiting for someone to glue her back together. She was waiting for you