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m00nfvce · 3 months
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I listen:
I listen to peoples problems
My stomach twirls in disgust
Thinking what I, myself, have gone through.
Am I wrong, finding hilarity in others’ misery?
Does that make me a vile human being,
Deserving all the rot that I’ve been dealt?
How can you all cry,
When MY soul has been torn from me:
Shredding all my insides.
I understand, having been in their places before
I too thought I’d faced the worst,
Until I faced more.
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