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Finally


Finally

 I promise I never wished for you to not reach their expectations,
but I am enjoying these front row seats.

I do not want to see your tears and pain,
I am just proud of myself.

I was accepting the low expectations and people underestimating me,
but I found my way out of that dark and hopeless path.

You helped me prove that I am capable of accomplishing
goals and proving others wrong.

My confidence has never been so high.
Thanks for giving me this chance and letting me take your place,
under that spotlight that I could never reach.

Again, I do not enjoy seeing your tears or pain,
I would take back that pain if I could.
But I appreciate all of the attention I am getting,
for once--Finally. 

-Belle Rose

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