Doing the right thing just feels so wrong, nothing should hurt this much. Nothing should hurt like this, make me cry like this, I wonder why it's still okay, why I still call it fine, like this. Like so many others, what's wrong plauges me, but I'll never be bold enough to make a change. One person, never really changed the world.
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PoetryCompletely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.
