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She died tonight.  Just a little.
Enough to rise from the ashes and be reborn.
She cried.  For loves lost, time taken, pain inflicted.
And she felt.  Like she had never felt before,
great waves of emotion washed over her in flooding torrents.
She was cleansed.  Of all the pieces of heartbreak,
that had still clung to her soul.  They were washed away,
along with her hesitation.
She was ready. She wanted to fall in love, again.
But this time, she would do so with a fresh heart and a clear mind.
No haunting echoes of past relationships would cloud her judgement,
 or affect her happiness. 
They were now where they belonged.  
Behind her.

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