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Why?

Would you exceed in compassion if you lived through destruction?|

You know|

Most of us don't bother until we live through the pathos|

It is not what we witness|

But what we experience that brings forth compassion|

Sad isn't it?|

Looking at someone else we only complain|

Not until it is our turn do we stand|

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