She served no purpose
Her being
Her existence
She lived, yet hardly
For know one cared
Know one knew her face,
Until one day
Until one day she was seen
And not as anyone had been seen before
But as if just appearing
From thin air
And it didn’t make sense
Nothing made sense
And did she care
She cared more than we would ever know
Never caring before
To thriving off her very breath
For she could do know wrong
And she almost wished
Almost wished that know one knew her
That no one cried for her when she was gone
Yet somehow she didn’t
Yet never again was she able to hide
She had worked so hard
With tears, and screams, and nighmares
To get where she was
And then she got there
She finally reached the end
And realized in a way
It was worse than the beginning
Yet she wouldn’t let herself believe
That she had worked so hard
Breaking, sacrificing, giving everything she was
For nothing
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