And we break up into shattered fragments,
Not knowing how to respond to the rest.
The world is a blur,
As we happen to see only our matters,
The existence of others fails to be noticed.
We cry to the world,
But deaf to the sounds of cries of help from those who need it the most.
We walk away from a hand in need,
Blinded by what we want.
The cycle goes on
Until one
Falls.
^ Yup. Another poem. :)
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