You spoke your woes,
and I could only say,
“I’m sorry.”
Not for guilt,
but for grief
I cannot take from you.

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I hear the echoes—
that bitter wisdom:
The world’s not fair.
But I want to make it fair,
at least for you.

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It’s not fair.
It’s not fair.

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When you’re hurt,
I ache in silence—
a mirror wound I never earned
but feel, all the same.

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Though I know I can’t,
I’ll still try—
say sorry again,
listen deeper,
fight shadows with words
and wishes,
just to give you a little light.

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But if I could fix one thing,
one person’s pain,
one quiet, aching place—
it would be yours.

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