you don't know. a poem.

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you don't know how many times someone has stared into the mirror, staring at the face of which they no longer recognize. How many times a compliment felt like shaming, how many times they've shut themselves in. you don't know how many times they apologized for simply existing. How many times they've been left out, kicked, or forgotten. How many times those emotions stay inside, maybe they were taught that. you don't know what someone's going through. so be careful how deep that stone sinks.
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