The pain for others, only I can feel.
How is it so that my heart can feel? Why is the beating of their pains felt in my breast? Tears run from mine eyes to my lips, the salt of despair proof of what is felt within. The heaviness and ache is on my shoulders, sorrows that are not my own. My spirit reaches out to embrace their tormented souls, can they feel me? I take unto me the devastation of others, secretly I cry alone, cry for them. With eyes untouched by hate I absolve thee, with a heart of innocence I reach for your hand, let me embrace you to take away your pain, my arms are open to whom ever you may be. Take thee my hand you my perfect stranger, let me be your peace that asks for nothing in return.
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