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Whether it is a crying child,

Or a depressed person my age.

I know how to cheer them up

Because I was them.

The child crying into their pillow so mom doesn’t hear,

My head held high so the bully doesn’t see how the words hurt

The retreating into the dressing room after being body shamed by my family,

All that has lead to one attribute that I hold dear

Learning what words to listen to

What words to say.

The child crying in the corner

Because that was once me

The depressed young adult because I can see the triggers

I see them as well as I see my own

And as such I can cheer up

Even momentarily

Most people.

If only I could do that for me.