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I Now Know Why

I used to think,

that it was empathy, that made me cry.

When I saw, or heard, of some good deed.

Or an action or event in life.

That had a good, and positive outcome.

Then I realised.....

It was, the fact .....that.

I’d endured, something similar. 

But, had not the good luck of experiencing, 

the same, good fortune.

I’d experienced it, unseen, and .......all alone.

It was sadness, that made me cry, and. Loneliness. 

Of feeling worthless, and unloved.

And because of this

I used to cry...,

Giajl © Jim Love