Given, Not Taken

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Life, life I was given life
Woke up and started what I was born to do
Started to walk
Started to talk...
.... And do many more things
I was gifted with my own special talents
As of writing my most passionate thing
As growing in life losing my gift was part of it
Later as I reached a certain year and age
My gift came back to me
And when I got it back
I found something else I liked
That day is when I found the person
Looking into their eyes, I felt as if
I knew this person, they drew me in more
And more without them knowing it and what
They were doing to me
Looking at them made me feel complete
Their eyes and smile made me, me
That's when all my emotions came together
When it was done building up all
My emotions I threw it out to the world
Letting it come out and not holding
Back and that's when I put my
Special gift into use and from that day
After my story was complete never looked backed
Never told that one person
Never let them know what I felt
And always had to hold back feelings
But when the time goes, people grow and age
And holding back I remember what
I felt for you would never change
No matter what the situation is
Life, life I was given life

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