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Who You Are One day When we met under the tree, you told me That you didn't know who you were anymore.
You said That you couldn't recognize the girl in the mirror And told me How much you hated who you'd become How much you just wanted your old life back Because at least then You would still have your older sister To help you.
But your sister wasn't here. She'd gotten the sickness. She'd been quarantined. And she'd died alone, Among unfamiliar faces Unaccompanied by her family.
You told me you blamed yourself For not being able to be there For her.
But if you had gone, You would have died. ...I decided to speak up.
I looked you straight in the eye And I said,
"Well, that makes no sense. I know who you are. I know you're kind and beautiful I know you're smart and witty And I know that you're so much more than What you give yourself credit for.
I know what happened isn't your fault And I know that blaming yourself is pointless Because I've been there And I know for a fact That blaming yourself only makes things worse.
I know who you are. You are strong, You are talented, And you are loved."
You got red in the face after that; And I don't mean just a light blush Dusting your cheeks.
I mean red as in the red Right out of ROY G BIV Oh, You were red, alright.
I noticed this And started to laugh. You threw on a scowl and tried to hide How happy I'd made you.
You packed up your things Your laptop, your journal, And you stood to leave, Turned to go.
But I grabbed you by your wrist Looked up at you, And said:
"I'm serious."
Your scowl fell away Like ashes Falling from a fire A mask of pain Replaced with a smile And you whispered,
