For what is the food you eat
If you don't share the table with anyone you meet?
For what is the water you drink
If your thirst for love is all you seek?
For what are all the clothes you wear
If the touch you want is never there?
For what is the medicine to heal your disease
If your soul is riddled with wounds and scars?
For what are all the toys you bear
If your happiness in life is never there?
Pity the person who lives on the street
Pity the most the person no one cares about
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Time Capsules: A Poetry Collection
PoetryI should hate it. It's a curse, after all. I've caused a lot of pain, hurt a lot of people because of it. My youth went by so fast it's like I'm still there, at the very first step towards this insanity. I can only remember fragments of it. Eight ye...
