I'm not meant for you to understand
I'm only here to lend you a hand
you lack the perception
to truly comprehend
the depths are beyond
what you can withstand
take my hand
but don't try to understand.
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T.H.
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Confessions of an Empath
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
By Alyssa Nicole4 days ago in Confessions
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