Care
Do you care when I suffer?
When I cannot piece together an honest thought?
Do your synapses flare
When I bleed?
Do my ruminations on self-hatred
Frightened you and widen your eyes?
Do you care?
I suppose it doesn't matter.
I should drop the matter.
But do you care when I suffer?
Do you want me to care?
-Rand
Lacuna
4 years ago
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