What voice can I use to the scarred remains
Of a human being?
I have been there.
I understand.
I can relate.
I try on their shoes, but my feet
Are caloused by
Being here
Doing this
Gripping fear
With my pain,
Fiercely loyal to my pain, my friend
To my thoughts, my being.
Though I express
Empathy
Yet mold the thought:
It only applies to me.
But I listen, and wait.
In the end,
No words to say...
I'm sorry.
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