Try

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I see the cracks
I see the crevices
I see the way your eyelids try to shut out the blemishes

I see the hurt
I see the pain
I see the way your brain reapplies the blame

I see the fear
I see the tears
I see the way your devastation makes your vision blear

I see the dark
I see the drab
I see the way your desperation clings to endless black

I see the guilt
I see the regret
I see the way your thoughts have fought only to have bled

I see it all
I see it all

I see the way your veins pump with emotional energy
I see the way your hope still clings to spare light
I see the way your head sparks with glimpses of clarity
I see the way your eyes still search for delight
I see the way your heart fights against brevity

I see it all

I see that you are broken
I see that you are imperfect
I see that you can be mended
I see that you can be fixed

And so I'll try.

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