Find me, a seed on death's door
Left behind, alone, and ignored
No being wanting what I could be
Deprived of precious water I need
Lacking in care to let me grow,
You picked me up from my own foe.
Found my state unfit,
You and I became close knit
With other strings of a kind
To make a net for those who bind.
Words kindle and quell,
Yours caught me as I fell;
A paper sparked the fire within
That made us close as kin.
I towered high from what you built
So why did you leave me to wilt?
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