another's grief is different than
your own.
you've been touched
with this darkness many times.
one more severe than another.
you have stared through the glass
darkly,
and expected wrongly
that others will understand,
that their world will stop
as yours has.
how can they not know
this fear, this sorrow that consumes
your soul,
but it's not true. we can't
stand or walk
in another's shoes. we cannot
fathom
how deep their grief is,
how real and true.
we couldn't live, or comfort
them, if we did.
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