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I cried because
my empathy enveloped his pain
I felt it as though it were mine
I couldn't look away
I uttered my raw honesty
so he'd know he wasn't alone
You touched my back
You feigned comfort
All while you plucked my disclosure
to warp its meaning
to embrace the stigma
and push me out
You don't know kindness
How do you put on a mask of compassion
and allow such cruelty
to have life inside of you?
About the Creator
Elle Hayden Booker
Sharing little bits of my soul through writing.
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