I look at him in pain, And lightly smile again. He might think I jest, His sorrows, wounds, unrest. I've fought battles on my own, Survived, and I have grown. I smiled not to belittle, But to say, "I understand a little." His pain, I comprehend, His wounds, I've had to mend. His hopes, dreams so grand, I've faced them, I understand. I smiled, not in jest, But to show, I've faced the test. I've lived for myself, fought the strife, In constant struggle, I've built my life. I speak the truth, I want you to see, I'm familiar with your agony. He may know me by name, I assure you, our struggles are the same. I speak the truth, no pretense, I understand your pain, hence. I'm acquainted with your story, In empathy, I share my glory.
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