listen for the things that matter?
Why doesn't anyone ever remember
to notice the small things?
Like the cry for help
That you can barely hear
Over the noise of
your selfishness
And of your hate.
Why can't you just stop
For once
And listen to
What the breeze is telling you?
That is something
I will never understand.
How can you live with yourself
When you know
You always turn your back
And try to run away
From the truth?
Just remember that this
Is the last time
That you break my spirit.
Never.
Come.
Back.
- The Wanderer
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