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She was the glue.
The glue that kept them all together.
When they fought
She was always there
To stick them back together.
But then she found out
Glue can't last forever.
One day the glue will dry.
She used her glue, over and over.
But then on the last day
She was all out of glue.
Not a drop for herself.
She lied.
She made herself, the glue, Dry.
Later she noticed everyone fought
And she wasn't there to save them.
The Glue had Dried.

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