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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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ImAPoet?
This poem has a great voice, but you might want to fix some of the grammatical errors. All in all, great poem.

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