Left to die in the rain
Useless, troublesome
Her tears became a puddle
Nobody cared about her
Ruined, forgotten
Her woe became a river
They were better off without her
Disgraceful, audacious
Her sorrow altered to a pond
They only pitied her
Unintelligible, extraneous
Her despair turned to a lake
You are not one of us
Secluded, hated
Her misery turned to an ocean
An ocean of misery
Longing for the loved one
Who never saved her from unhappiness
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