David Harris (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)
Why Do We
Why do we always hurt
the ones we shouldn’t hurt at all?
Why do we when we hurl our anger
does it always land on them?
One day we may realise
when all our anger subsides,
that we not only hurt the ones we love,
but we also hurt ourselves inside.
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