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Monsters...

 

Every word shatters me,

Like a piercing dart,

Scraping what’s left of my

Delicate heart.

 

Why does nobody care?

Are we all just heart-devouring bears

Obsessed with current affairs?

Is empathy now rare?

Does no one dare?

Dare to love? Dare to care?

Dare to just be there?

 

 

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Many people do care, more than you think, the right one will find you.



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