The Giver’s Disappearance I gave until the edges came undone. A scaffold built for others to ascend. My name grew faint beneath what I had done. Each morning broke with gauntlets to be run. A silent pact I never chose to bend. I gave until the edges came undone. Their needs, like tides, eclipsed my only sun. No space to trace the self I could defend. My name grew faint beneath what I had done. The mirror held a stranger I would shun. Feigned smiles without the strength to pretend. I gave until the edges came undone. They praised the strength, the grace, the constant one. But never asked what I might need to mend. My name grew faint beneath what I had done. Now duty speaks in voices not my own. A life I built but do not comprehend. I gave until the edges came undone. My name grew faint beneath what I had done.
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