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Stop. Act

She is like the dying animal you cannot stand to see in pain

You do everything you can to keep the dying animal, alive

Stopping to think you realize, the reason is mostly guilt

Guilty, for fataly wounding that animal

You believed it eased both yours and the animal's pain

So you stop and think
...

One is dying for a long time
One is still deeply disturbed
Written by maria (IRK)
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