Can you guess my

ever-changing skillset?

Learning, loving,

trying to do my best.

Wait! what's that sound I hear?

The silence of your deafened ear.

You've turned away,

I'm nothing now

but a shadow of your bitter...

Please don't cry,

Because you are so talented!

And don't be shy,

To just rip apart your skill set!

Try it with me,

The smile you've now forgot.

And be the sun (once more), 

That precious forget-me-not.

The End

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