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You didn't see my value then,

When I was soft, when I was in.

When I gave more than I received,

And still believed what I believed.

You saw the love, but not its weight,

You saw my patience, not my grace.

You had a heart that stayed through storms,

And treated rare like something normal.

Now I don't wait for you to know,

Some truths arrive when people go.

You didn't see my value, true—

But losing me will teach it to you.