As she sits in the corner 
face to the floor 
she dispels smoke from from her lips 
and slowly floats away with it
letting go of so much pain 
her tears are thick enough to stain
the pavement that slowly becomes 
her best friend when she needs to run away

This is your time to weep
This is your time to morn
Not yet time to build up
Just a time to tear down 
old walls

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