**I stand here, waiting for yet another argument.**

**Yet another distant friend.**

**Yet another bitter thought.**

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**But who am I?**

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**Am I the one sparking the argument?**

**The one drifting further away?**

**The one acting upon the bitterness?**

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**Or am I someone who has yet to find their own worth, their own place?**

**Someone cursed to care too deeply.**

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**If only I could tear free the heart-shaped void called empathy—**

**Hold it in my hands, let it pool in my palms.**

**I’d crush it with my anger, gnash it between my teeth,**

**Let it burn away in my tears.**

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**This curse is a blessing, but it wounds me.**

**Hurts me because I am willing to be vulnerable,**

**Willing to truly see others,**

**Willing to understand.**

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**I connect my soul to yours, one way though it may be.**

**And though I harm myself with all this caring,**

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**That’s enough for me.**