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You were happy.
And I was supposed to be happy.
My gold leaf covered hands danced through every key and every scale.
Every symphony that you threw.
I gave you all that I could give.
The golden spotlight and rusting trophies that decorate your shelf.
You always wanted more.
But I'm afraid there was nothing more I could give.
You always wanted me here so why?
What did I do to deserve your shame and hatred.
Maybe you finally realized I was only plated with gold.
But thank you.
For scraping my dreams, my mind, and every hope I had for myself growing up.
Now I know that steel only bends under unimaginable pressure.
And I can walk away from you.
At last in the deep but soothing uncertainty that lays straight ahead of me.
Only having the hope that things will cool down eventually.
Let me leave.
Sarita Aditya Verma
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