written January 2023
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Among the detritus lie the souls of those who have lost their way.
Bleeding and in pain, they are searching for a light.
A kind word or a hand to act as a guide.
Damaged but not broken, don’t expect them to beg for a small token of your time.
They are the victims of crimes unseen and unspoken, hidden behind a mask of perfection.
No pity is required, only an ear that will listen without interruption.
The bravest souls are the most beautiful if you ignore the lack of exterior gloss.
Among the detritus is all they have lost.
But even though they are bleeding, they carry no anger or hate.
They only need to be held a little longer and loved a certain way.
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