it’s plain the true
purpose of the world
is pain actually
of one kind or another
from the first sixty
seconds on admit it
pain and suffering
only made endurable
by loving something
someone somehow that
love which pain alone
births into the world
and the respite this brings
or not for those who drop
out to be refreshed
but not deleted
nothing is deleted
but it takes that long
to learn to be tender
to the world you watch
dying in your arms
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