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Alone

Along she wanders, a leaf
dangling from her fingertips
Wishing for the life that awaits her,
Not wanting to let go of the past
that clings to desperately
This is, after all, the same woods
The same trees, the same footsteps
But the feelings are all different
She feels like a stranger in this place.
An intruder.
So she leaves it all behind
Even the leaf, a helpless strand
The only link between her and her past.