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Empathy , The more I have, the worse I feel. Can't turn a blind eye - Not even to the hands which dismantled me. Oh, what a pain - Crucify me, For I feel everyone's pain , every perspective, every wound. How to escape this endless mirror?
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC
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Empathy , The more I have, the worse I feel. Can't turn a blind eye - Not even to the hands which dismantled me. Oh, what a pain - Crucify me, For I feel everyone's pain , every perspective, every wound. How to escape this endless mirror?
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC
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