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My eyes scan over the lines,
each line increasing my consternation, Each line increasing my emotions more. In the poem I can see a kindred spirit, a tortured soul, tortured needlessly. A part of me wants to reach out and help them, to take their hand, to hold the kindred spirit's, and to keep them from suffering forevermore. But I know that I am too busy with my career, and have no time for it, and can do no such thing. |