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You were a tower,
I was the garden.
I lived in your shadow and wilted
While you grew,
You thieved my sun
You stole my view.
The sky cried for me
And waves rolled off of you,
Drowning me in the clouds' sorrow.
I found it in me to stretch,
And oh how I stretched,
I climbed your walls
And found my sun.

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