EIGHTEEN: Song

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I can't help the jealousy

that arises

as i stare at her

playing the piano so effortlessly

her fingers moving swiftly

creating this delicate tune

a melody so beautiful

everyone can't help but be

mesmerized

as i stare at her audience

looking at her in awe

our parents proudly smiling at her

I felt a lone tear stream down my face

as i whisper ever so silently,

"but that was my song."

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