the empty trophy shelf
she kept trying for the medals
she kept running the race
which no one was seeing
she used hold her blanket tight
so no one knows she cries
she used scream in scilence
so no one knows how hard she tries
she thought if tries harder
gets through more hardships
cries more cares more
rests less eats less
then may be she'll get the trophy
but shelf was empty all the time
she wasn't waiting for trophy
she was waiting for love
she never had
and she ralised
she dosen't need it anymore
cause she was her own trophy
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