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How come when people cry, others that see them just keep walking by? Where is heart and where is soul? Is it a lost art and no more a goal? Some may have hidden their pain inside, with bitter, angry foolish pride. Maybe they are fatherless or grew up poor, maybe they are ill, resentful and sore. Why do some hit, hurt and lie? Why do some not even care to question why? Scars and bruises wither away, to see the light of a new day. Why do some not care in an age so informative? Maybe some are just too insensitive.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
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How come when people cry, others that see them just keep walking by? Where is heart and where is soul? Is it a lost art and no more a goal? Some may have hidden their pain inside, with bitter, angry foolish pride. Maybe they are fatherless or grew up poor, maybe they are ill, resentful and sore. Why do some hit, hurt and lie? Why do some not even care to question why? Scars and bruises wither away, to see the light of a new day. Why do some not care in an age so informative? Maybe some are just too insensitive.
Sherri
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
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