Somebody Cried
The suffering of others. The suffrage of my others. Why must I be the one to act.
This evil of the worlds welp. This exposition of chances to help. Why must this be my pack.
Why must we fade. Why do I aide. This is what we do not lack.
Time and Time again. Them and I'm are there. We are alway stationary, but time will take its act.
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