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are you blessed with the curse of empathy
I wonder if you can really feel like I feel
alone without emptiness, silent without the void
would you want to daydream like I should
with the wanting, longing and hoping
hating without thought, hoping for lost love
and would you like to open your eyes
holding at bay the fears of reality crashing
flaling down like broken dreams, cutting as they pass
onto already marked flesh, scoring into you the record
could you see what I see? fear what I've feared
or are you just another hoping to understand?
are you just out there passing and wondering
or do you fear the idea of sleeping awake
and hoping that the scars are another reality
yet, wondering why they shouldn't be?
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