My heart cries for them.
But they do not hear it.
It bleeds rivers of sorrow.
But they do not even notice.
How much longer, Lord?
When will they listen?
Are they forever doomed?
Is eternal damnation their choice?
I do not see their faces.
I do not see their colours,
nor their sizes or shapes.
I am blinded by love.
This love, oh, how painful!
Agony
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