Compassion is a quirky friend, it never knows when to come around, and it never knows what to say, when troubles abound. A lump in our throat may tell us it's there, but it just seems hard to show actions of care, The realization of how bad things can get, seems to elude us somehow and yet, something happens right before our own eyes, then compassion raises it head and declares "I'm so wise".
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