Have you ever seen something suffer?
Or maybe another?
I never knew I could be a giver,
Of tears such sharper,
Which proved to be quite the runner.
I am so afraid,
With these words that simply cannot be outlaid.
I don't know what to say,
This is the hardest interplay.
Why am I always thinking?
Or more the less, worrying?
This really is daguerreotyping.
To the mind which is misinterpreting,
Instead of simply differentiating.
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