When I am locked in a hall of mirrors, I need patience and help realising that.
Can you love me while I suffer the shadows projecting on to you?
If you can see it as mine, then can you muster fearlessness in the face of it?
Can you muster genuine compassion without deleting yourself?
Can you be there while I move through it? Remain patient?
Can you muster the bravery to see me like this? Will you see deeply into me?
Can you see me not seeing you and still love me?
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