Trash it. I know you want to.
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I see the pain
in the eyes of those I love.
I hear the screams
of those who have no hope.
I know that they are dieing,
but I cannot save them.
I walk alone and out of sight,
and try to catch my tears.
But no matter where I go,
I know I cannot save them.
I struggle through the moaning screams,
from the ones I love.
Through the bloodied cloths and sheets,
and the tear stained pillows,
I know there is much sacrifice,
even though I cannot save them.
With all this pain and misery,
it should make me want to stop.
But it just drives me on,
even though I cannot save them.
But I can try...
