Why do I feel? Why do I care?
I don't even know this boy.
Why am I sad for him?
Why am I crying?
My heart and prayers reach out to him, hopefully reaching their destination.
Is he okay, or is he still hurting?
Why am I hurting with him?
I text and he's "Okay."
Not good, not bad,
just somewhere in the middle.
It's nothing major,
nothing deadly,
so why do I care?
Because someone has to.
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Author:
PurpleTurtle101 (
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- Published: December 2nd, 2017 20:22
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 4
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