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I share in their sorrows

I am a part of their joys;

I live in their world;

they are a part of mine.



Sometimes, in my loneliness

I may offer a gentle reminder

but they sleep so peacefully!

Why should I be the one to wake them and disturb that peace?



And yet... some are awake without knowing it

so wonderfully awake, without this knowing

who am I, to tell them of things

they have long, long forgotten?



We walk along each others parths

we hold eachothers hands;

I, a little sadly; for with them, I am merely human

And so it must be.