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I know how much one could mean to another
How much one could ignore another
How much love a tear could shed
How much pain a smile could hide
How many memories one might seal in another
How many things might remind one of the same memory
How many nightmares might hold one tight
How many dreams might oppress one
How little one would feel in front of another
How little one would know of another
How little another would think of one
How little another would care for one
How big one’s heart could be
How big one’s hopes could be
How big one’s responsibilities might have grown
How big one’s worries would have bundled
I know, for I am someone or another
Who constantly wishes you knew these as well.

Hurting a strong heart
Hating a vulnerable character
Ignoring an innocent soul
Blaming the one who stays
Not favoring the one who needs
Not giving the one who yearns
Not considering the one who is deprived
Not comprehending the one with desperation
Taking the wrong step and not taking the first step
Giving less time to the needy and taking more time for a necessity
Loving the unworthy and leaving the deserving
Misunderstanding an outcome and understanding a disaster
Could weigh in one’s heart like a juggernaut
Could crumble one’s sanity into dust
Could hit one in the balls
Could send a poisoned knife in one’s brain.
Stop. Analyze. Think.
Love. All. Impartially.
Remember the three things:
Care for the ones you love,
Be considerate to the ones who love you,
Show some compassion for the ones who need love.

Hate to burst your bubble of self-centered depression
But even the strongest person
Have some days of weakness.
Even the most popular person
Have some days of obtrusive solitude.
Even the person who has everything
Have some days of needing the basic something
Even the mightiest person who pretends to not want your kindness
Have some days of hope that you would be their sunshine.

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