do you still
search the night sky
seek out stars
from ages ago

where do you
find time to cry
those hours spent
wishing to be

how does it
feel to be alone
yet always around
so many close

why does sorrow
feel like second nature
when it’s empathy
that disgusts you

yet it’s you
who finds rainy days
to consolidate anger
before it goes


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