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Cycle of Empaphy


The emotions you feel seep into me.

The ideas you share sway me.

I hope that you see it impacts me greatly.

I am no longer just me.

 

The ideas you share sway me.

I now believe what you believe.

I am no longer just me

Now that I see what you see.

 

I now believe what you believe.

We will see how long this lasts.

Now that I see what you see

My feelings are in the past.

 

We will see how long this lasts.

When I talk to someone new

My feelings are in the past.

New information to sort through.

 

When I talk to someone new

I begin to see their side.

New information to sort through,

Does this mean I lied?

 

I begin to see their side.

Their reasoning makes sense.

Does this mean I lied?

I begin to feel tense.

 

Their reasoning makes sense.

I find no flaws with that.

I begin to feel tense.

Where is my head at?

 

I find no flaws with that.

Then you look at me,

Where is my head at?

Where does my heart want to be?

 

 

Then you look at me,

I am chaotic and confused.

Where does my heart want to be?

I feel withdrawn and used.

 

I am chaotic and confused.

I know you both mean well.

I feel withdrawn and used,

My mind is a living hell.

 

I know you both mean well.

I see each different side.

My mind is a living hell.

My emotions can’t decide.

 

I see each different side.

The emotions you feel seep into me.

My emotions can’t decide.

I hope you see it impacts me greatly.

 

 

 

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