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You don’t know the scars, you don’t know the pain,

You don’t know the tears, you don’t know the shame.

Of what it’s like to walk with this,

To feel so bad and hurt this much, to only want to know why it hurts so much.

From the pain and tears, comes a bit of comfort.

Though you still walk with scars that no one can see,

and shame no one can understand.

You try to hold your head up high,

To show the world you’re still ok still not broken.

But in the isolation of your home it all fades.

The pain and tears overwhelm you.

And the only comfort is the stuffed animals you keep.

They alone know your pain,

They alone know all your scars,

They alone know how you carry your shame,

And they soak up your tears.

But even that is a temporary release.

You must bear the shame and scars,

And venture out into the world,

Only your true friends we see your pain,

And tell you it’s ok.