To
the Friend Who Knew Just Enough
It’s like you knew.
Everything I had ever fought.
You knew what wounds I carried without having seen the battle.
One look in my eyes and you knew the horrors of the same war.
There were no grand tales of victory or loss.
For the war was within myself.
It’s like you knew.
Every time I almost gave up.
There you were with a shoulder to lean on.
You cheered me on when even I had lost hope.
You patched me up and led the way.
You were never disappointed in me.
Everything I had ever fought.
You knew what wounds I carried without having seen the battle.
One look in my eyes and you knew the horrors of the same war.
There were no grand tales of victory or loss.
For the war was within myself.
It’s like you knew.
Every time I almost gave up.
There you were with a shoulder to lean on.
You cheered me on when even I had lost hope.
You patched me up and led the way.
You were never disappointed in me.
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