Leaving.
Always leaving.
Always being left behind.
Change in situation and company is always imminent.
Her life revolves around the mourning period that comes with departing.
Always.
She is always on her way.
Never permanent.
Always the transient.
Part of her wishes for an immutable world.
No change.
Because change is scathing.
Separation is painful.
Leaving hurts.
Not wanting to let go, she cries.
For all the friendships lost.
All the memories past.
All the times missed.
For all the friendships that will be lost.
For all the memories that will become the past.
For all the times that will be missed.
She cries.
Tears falling like the rain she loves.
Sorrow flows within these droplets.
Her heart mourns.
She once again mentally packs up her heart into a shell.
Trying to ensure that it won't be hurt again.
Leaving.
Always leaving.
Always being left.
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