Aching - Poem by Timothy Long
It was aching for something, something i do not understand, love is filled with pity, and yet i have never got any with my sad thoughts and abused past, with many pain filled nights while not being fair, watching you smile and yet me dieing inside, so as if empathy was used because no one cares, i know it well for im a pained human, while your a happy one, thats my aching.
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