There's a place and a time and a people chosen in this world
They seem to be merely gliding gracefully on the icy ring of life
They know best how to advise the sufferers
They know only what they had been meant to endure yet they want to be treated as the other failures
They want to be relatable on the feelings of others when they were yet to feel
Are they guilty for living a life of ease or are they just being mistreated for being gentle?
There's a time and a world and a people who are chosen to have it hard
They have no other light to follow except the ones shining above
They want everyone else to feel the same as them since they were only made to feel
They don't know lest they were taught how to live
The unharmed needs to stay so, so that the harmed can have a hope on fighting back, on letting go
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers