How I used to feel, many years ago:
Watch me fade before your eyes,
blend in with the wall,
my voice a whisper,
to be left behind,
don't notice anything I do,
don't give me any thanks,
just let me fade,
until all I am are the things I do for you.
How I feel now:
You call me amazing as you drift off to sleep,
I wake to your lips on my nose,
Your arms around me,
I smile into your eyes,
And you call me beautiful.
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