She gave and gave
They took and took
Over time her light became dark
She questioned if she had lost her spark
They say to grow a part of you must die
But where does the rest of her lie
She did her best to give nothing but her heart
But time and time again no one wanted her art
Like a book with no shelf
She wondered if she lost her sense of self
No one appreciated her you see
If that’s the case then why didn’t they let her be
-A
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