They say I should have healed
That my pain should be somehow rejuvenated
And my circumstances soothed
I tell them they know nothing
That their perceptions are broken
Their compassion altered
Their feelings darkened
My pain is sore, but also consoling
They don't understand
That on the midst of my desolation
My pain
Is the only companionship
That always remains
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