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    when your silence is heard in the clamour
    your empty hands seen through the crowd
    when what you are is not negated
    or justified
    or pitied
    or feared

Respect
    when I see your eyes in the dark
    I know that you are not like me
    that your scars are your own
    I will never know them
    or understand them
    but you are still
    as human as me
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