Empathy
“Let me hold the door for you.
I may have never walked in your shoes,
but I can see: your soles are worn,
your strength is torn
under the weight of a story
I have never lived before.
Let me hold the door for you.
After all you’ve walked through,
It’s the least I can do.”
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