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To be loved? No, but to be appreciated, when?

I write my soul into the poems of my truth

Yet my feelings and aspirations are never good enough for you

Why aren’t I appreciated like the rest of our peers?

Is it because I write about your deepest fears?

Never conveying stories of false hopes and dreams

Only real words meant to be felt by every fiber of your being 

To be loved? To be great? To be seen?

To be noticed once is the dream! 

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