It made me sad when I saw him there.

Beaten and bruised as he carried it. 

No one helped him.

No one cared. 

He hadn’t hurt anyone, yet they hated him.

He hadn’t stolen anything, yet they despised him.

All of this made no sense to me.

Why was a man who was faultless being punished?

Why was a man who healed and renewed life to people g...

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Love is an action, not just words

I tend to hear people say they “love me” 

 But they hardly ever call

They say they “love me” 

But they never want to meet up 

They say they “love me” 

But aren’t there for me

I see the action of avoidance

Not love.

I see them make effort for someone else

But not for me.

Is this a glitch?

Why am...

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