He cared so much it hurt him
In ways he didn’t know
His friends would all desert him
Their loyalty a show
He sought a life of solitude
When possible you see
For he was often misconstrued
Which led to misery
He lived his days in agony
Absorbing other’s rue
Until the final tragedy
A heart that broke in two
So if you are a passersby
Of this worn down stone
And feel the urge to heal, then try
Or die unloved, alone.
Are You Reading Me?
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