We all stumble on different rocks,
gasp for air in different seas,
cannot escape a different box,
tumble down from different trees.
Our struggles seem worlds apart.
Are mine harder than yours?
All of them have taxed our hearts.
Every face has felt tears pour.
Although your sea was fathoms deep,
my tree to climb was miles high.
Please hold my hand when it is steep
and I'll hold yours in times you cry.
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