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Aug 2017
I was taking a stroll, in my favourite place,
When I met a girl, with a very cold face.
She had no shoes, no clothes to wear,
She said she was cold and needed a pair.
I gave her my shoes, I had comfy ones,
They were the best from the little bunch.
She said she still was cold, I felt sorry for her,
So I gave her my coat and the pants that I wore.
Now she was dressed, looked like a cute little boy,
But she was not cold and thanked me some more.
I went on my way, barren and cold,
I didn’t mind it a bit because that’s what I was told:
“To be good, kind and very compassionate.”
As these traits will make the world beautiful once more.
On the same stroll, I met a young poor man.
He had no heart and couldn’t love others again….
He said it was broken, beyond repair,
That’s what people do, when they get their revenge.
I felt bad for the man and his sad story too,
So I thought: “What could I do?”
And then it popped, into my little head,
To give him my heart so he could use it instead.
He thanked me so much, gave me a warm hug,
Though now I was cold and feeling quite stuck.
It seemed I was begging for clothes and some love.
I gave pieces away, I gave you my all.
Now I am stuck here, while you’re shopping at the mall.
Don’t worry about me, I’ll still smile for you.
Because being compassionate, just makes you bit dumb too.
Paul
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Paul  19/M/Lithuania
(19/M/Lithuania)   
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