She's just a cloud of everyday,
A star of every night.
Millions of them,
But always go unnoticed.
Because people rely on them to be there
For no purpose,
But they always are.
And maybe the people don't realize,
But clouds come to give water to the earth,
The stars show up to give energy to the universe.
But everyone is so used to them
That no one appreciates them.
They're used as a photo,
A painting.
For the appeal of someone else.
As a prop,
An example for show and tell.
She's done.
She's over it.
She hates it.
This is her life.
And as it is mine.

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