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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You see, in the silence that surrounds us, it's only our fault that casts shadows on the path, We've grown used to living for the sake of others, burning like candles in the darkness, To be present when everyone needs us, steadfast rocks in the storm of the world, But when we cry out from the depths, who remains to hear the echo of our hearts? We've learned to stay silent, hiding tears beneath smiles painted on weary faces, To say "I'm fine", even when the soul is shattered into a thousand silent shards, Because we don't want to be a burden, a sad story among unfinished tales, But who thinks of us, who asks if we can still dance on the tightrope? Who sees the wounds we hide so well, like secret gardens beneath heavy clouds? Maybe we, too, deserve to be chosen, to be loved without having to fight for love, You see, it's our fault that we've always put others first, building on sands, That we've scattered our soul piece by piece, like fallen petals for those who never returned. And we've been left empty, while we've filled others with love, like a river drying up in the distance, But who fills us, who gathers the shards on the bitter path of forgetting, In a world that forgets that hearts are made to beat for themselves, sometimes, Maybe we, too, deserve to be loved, to be embraced by the sky of hope at dawn.
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