In the lowest of your moments,
When bitter trials are fought,
Platitudes blare like loud trumpets,
Most are sincere but ill-taught
It’s not folks pity that you plead,
Empathy they may not sense,
It’s presence that you truly need,
In your time of deepest grievance.
In the lowest of your moments,
Cliches can blare like brass,
And cause angst and...
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