I don’t know you.
I don’t know what you’ve gone through.
I’m not sure of the small things that make you laugh
Or your favorite alcoholic drink.
I don’t know the type of finger nails you have
Or how many scars run across your knees.
I don’t know you.
But I know you.
I know what you’ve gone through.
What you left behind was so precious and so dear.
And what you left behind was everything you understood and were comfortable with.
I know what it is to feel so full of brokenness that
You are actually empty.
I know you.
A soul so deep cannot remain drained.
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