so called "luck"

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"She just got lucky", they say,
while her heart bleeds sweat and tears,
longing for at least a towel
to wipe her hard work off
that runs through each cell of her blood.

They call it luck
because they can't bear to name
what they never dared to chase.

They didn't see her dreams being
stitched together for the thousandth time,
hushing her loudest nights.

So she just walks,
tired but unbent,
her silence louder than their applause could ever be.
                                                         -crystal
Just a random voice.

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