She Walked OutA Poem by wbad can be good and good can be badI drop to me knees and bawl as I watch her walk out. She can't see me anymore - if she ever did and I don't think she ever heard me, not a word, not a cry. I don't know why I wast my tears on her pathetic presence and not the lack of, but I have to know, I want to know, that I cannot be the victim anymore. © 2012 wAuthor's Note
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