
There was a girl who once lived,
She loved more than she could,
Gave more than many deserved,
Selfless was her soul, it existed to serve,
I am not her.
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She brought smiles to faces,
In the dead of the night, her muffled cries went unheard,
She filled others with happiness,
While piece by piece she shattered,
I am not her.
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Often taken for granted,
Still altruistically she served,
Putting the welfare of others before herself,
To her own pain she paid no heed,
I am not her.
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Neglected by the ones she loved,
She waited ages for them to understand her worth,
With a delicate heart and strong mind,
She still stayed by them through all storms,
I am not her.
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She still resides within me,
Exhausted by having loved so selflessly,
She has churned me into what I am today,
I love and give others,
But I don’t forget to love myself for the same,
She has done her part of spreading love well,
Now she needs her rest.
The woman that I am today,
She is not that epitome of unselfish love and benevolence,
I walk away when my efforts are not respected,
Some might find it inconsiderate,
I apologize for the same,
But I refuse to be her,
I need to love myself too,
I am not her.
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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar (VRa).
The Soul’s Urge©|2020
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