I've lifted hearts, eased weary minds,
Stood as strength when hope declined.
But now I face what I never knew—
A moment I can't reach out to you.
I've given light in darkest hours,
Shared my strength, lent borrowed powers.
Yet here I stand, hands bound by fate,
Helpless as the hurt resonates.
To help the world, and not help you—
It breaks me more than pain can do.
For all I gave, and all I knew,
This silent ache feels achingly true.
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