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Her thoughts bled from her fingertips In the form of ink, they created art She churned her words in sync to the beat Taking music from the pain in her heart Woven words roll down her face Saturating the canvas beneath Adorning her sorrows with delicate lace Lovely strokes from a brush of grief She was filling the shoes of her destiny By opening her heart and letting loose the parts For all the world to see She knew not why her eyes did cry She couldn't define her purpose But she didn't want her tears to dry It would defeat their very service So all of her fears and all of her tears Filled the cracks that turned to streams Ending the drought for her many peers Giving peace and reason to dream Then one day she realized That she, too, had life inside She had not been forgotten Or left behind She was very much alive It wasn't too late to start today Every journey, at some point, began She didn't sport an expiration date Branded upon her hand Just like that, at the drop of a hat Her pity party quickly ceased Ditching the bench, she went to batt Her self worth, soon increased