Suffer the little children for whom i shed a tear, warming my heart for just a second. what do we learn from the suffer of others besides we can or will suffer. i am not afraid of the suffering but the questioning of myself that it brings. I AM AFRAID THAT MY HOPES ARE THOSE OF A FOOL, AND MY BELIEFS ARE NOTHING BUT SELF INDULGENT LIES.
Reason for writing:
THIS WAS MORE OF PHILISOFICAL OPINION THAN A POEM BUT I
THOUGHT IT WAS WORTH PUTTING UP.
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