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[weightless]

She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'

-TS Eliot, The Wasteland

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[mewsicfreak]

this sounds kinda like a country song...

is it lyrics or did you write it?

[weightless]

its a part of a poem. I didn't write it, though.