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With Care

There were words

On the tips of tongues

And then silence

Before heartbreak begun.

No intention

Or dreadful deed

Just ignored

No matter volume of pleads.

To forgive

When no hurt meant

Is still difficult

With feelings bent.

Loneliness is often

When it should only be rare

And most often given

From the people who “care.”

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