Filtering Thoughts
No one ever contemplates the words that they speak.
Never did one seek to release pain onto another as a thought.
Not intentionally making the burden rot.
Yet it sinks in and sets into an undeveloped mind.
Unaware of what the offender was to find, though they did not know what was to happen.
Better to stop and think, rather to wait and listen.
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