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"I became the sky,

But you didn't become my moon.

I became the butterfly,

But you didn't become my flower.

I became the rain,

But you didn't become my earth.

I became the day,

But you didn't become my night.

I became the wound,

But you didn't become my ointment.

I became the wait,

But you didn't become the end of my wait.

I became the unending road,

But you didn't become my companion.

I became the novel of loneliness,

And adorned in the ornament of my writings,

You became the heroine,

To own me at times,

And to disown me at times."