we suffer the most when we suffer for someone else unselfishly
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
It's easy to be detached in a sermon addressed to others.
We suffer the most when we suffer for someone else unselfishly.
No matter how empty I become inside there is still a space occupied by you.
Step into the light, I can't see you but for the total darkness.
Whisper aloud, I can't hear you but for the silence.
Move, I follow the shadow left by your absence.
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