Lost for words.
Because pityness seems so weak,
yet so strong.


Don’t say it.
It seems to offend me more than anything else.

I just say those words
for understanding.
Never for pity.

Just lay it before me.
The weakness I once bore,
which tears my heart.

I get offended more from this ugliness,
never of the understanding.
I would rather have you leave me alone.

It’s cruel.
As in sin.

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