You never are a mistake, herein.
Haven\'t most feelings been saved to themselves even when they cut to the heart?
How can this not be true?
Is not everyone\'s heart hardened?
Does anyone care?
I can probably say no,
Nonetheless, one to care is fortuitous.
Are there some? The way now you\'d know;
Telling is a kind of assurance not just on hoping,
It is when you don\'t mind asking of yourself.