Friday, July 25, 2014

Maya's poem

This abundance of care that grows within me does not have an explanation for it self only it withholds the compassion of being alone only the feeling, feels untitled ,it's untitled because it's now one of a kind 
It grows in each and every one of us does not depend on the situation or emotion 
I refer to it as "it" because I have no respect for it 
Because it's killing the soul inside me

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