You are different from me,
in form, identity, and spirit.
We are equal,
but different.
Comparing is judging.
I do not understand you.
I can not understand you.
Your story is not mine.
Your story affects your form.
Your story teaches
in glimmerings,
should I listen.
You are not me.
Your needs are different.
Tell your story,
helping me to grow
in helping you to grow.
Together we become more.
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