Sometimes we wonder why we feel the things we feel,
Why we get hurt ..and why we heal..
Sometimes we also ask ourselves, what is love?
Is this love? Are we capable to love?
But only the echo of silence answers us
and the slow hushing sound that it does.
Yet, we stand up, walk out the door,
and face the world where people cry for help
...but no one hears.
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