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So many years have passed
Her jealousy claws away at her being, eating her alive
The bridge decays

She doesn't leave, yet she does return
For what purpose very little people know
She still stands there, just as she did those years ago

Yearning to be free

No one's crossed the bridge in a long time
Her hands that used to hold another, now no longer
That person has long passed on

Becoming no more than a faded memory of once happier times

Her heart knows, yet denies it
Allowing rage, sorrow, and longing to build within
Time passes and the bridge decays

Yet,

She still waits

Yearning to be free