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No self-doubt

Two folks frown when you walk by, You shrink your soul and wonder why. But let me share a little gig— The world still spins, and so does the pig. Hated hard by ancient decree, Yet rolling ‘round so happily. Snouts in mud, no self-doubt game, Still growing strong, still living flame. So if a couple throw you shade, Don’t let your joy begin to fade. Their hate can’t shrink what you are about— Keep strutting proud, no room for doubt. For love or loathe, just wear your crown, You are here to rise, not break down. If pigs can thrive despite the flak, You sure can too—so bounce right back!
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Trampled

You fed me hope with hollow hands,
Then vanished like the shifting sands.
Each promise made, then left to die,
Beneath your ever-changing sky.

I waited with a heart so wide,
Believing love would turn the tide.
But empty words and silent nights
Replaced the warmth with phantom fights.

A soul can only bend so far
Before it breaks where bruises are.
And mine, once dancing at your flame,
Now barely whispers out your name.

You can't keep pulling love apart
And ask it still to crave your heart.
A garden trampled will not bloom—
Affection needs a place, not gloom.

So now, don't ask where my fire went,
It flickered out on your neglect.
For craving dies where pain repeats,
And even longing knows defeat.

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