I am the crying you’ve shoved down
I am the permission slip:
you can let it out now
I am the support they wouldn’t give.
I am the words you are told not to say
I encourage you, do it anyways
I am the fan on your flames of rage
I am empathy with no name
I am a place devoid of shame.
You don’t have to put on a face
With Me
You don’t have to be fake
With Me
I won’t use your weakness against you
Because I see them as strengths.

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