The Right Words (December 27, 2019)

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I can’t promise I will know
what to say
In fact
most times I don’t
I want to have all the answers
but I wish you didn’t need them in the first place
I wish I could take it all away
I would, you know 
But there is nothing I can say
nothing I can do to fix it
I want to know how to help
how to lift you up with encouragement
how to hold you with words of wisdom
But 
I know there are no works
–if there are, tell me–
I know you don’t need me
you’re strong enough on your own–
even stronger with him
I know you are
but I will always listen
I am always here
always will be
I want it to be okay 
but I know it’s not
it never is
but in the words
of an incredibly strong person:
you’re not alone
and while I can’t always promise the right words
I can promise that

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