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He came to me with a cry of help in his voice and his demeanor, I felt a feeling too dreaded Empathy So lost on human souls that it is weakness I listened to his tale an accident, a sister in need I went with him, understanding coursing through my foolish mind And we walked And we waited And we parted Later, after I had recounted my story to others I had learned Scandal, lies, a robbery I had lost everything and more The good deed I had committed was a lie, a farce I had helped him and been ravaged My empathy and understanding filled instead with pure rage I had been nice I would no longer and if I saw him again well, nothing…...
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
In the Which I Lose
He came to me with a cry of help in his voice and his demeanor, I felt a feeling too dreaded Empathy So lost on human souls that it is weakness I listened to his tale an accident, a sister in need I went with him, understanding coursing through my foolish mind And we walked And we waited And we parted Later, after I had recounted my story to others I had learned Scandal, lies, a robbery I had lost everything and more The good deed I had committed was a lie, a farce I had helped him and been ravaged My empathy and understanding filled instead with pure rage I had been nice I would no longer and if I saw him again well, nothing…...
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
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