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May 2020
i wonder
if those we call selfish now
are those people
unable to fill
themselves again

their souls
stretched and torn
****** out of their body

their hearts empty
by giving beyond
what it can beat

now, decaying
soulless, lifeless
empty and pleading
left with nothing

maybe trying
to restart, rebuild
refill what is now trenched
and hollowed heart

they tend
to leave more
for their own
yet receive a lash

for as it seems
trying to love
themselves
for the first time
is selfish.
Written by
cea
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