Why do you have to make her cry?
She’s weak in both health and mind.
All she ever wanted was to be informed.
Help is all she can ever offer.
Sleepless night is her forte now.
She’s the one that brought back all the bread.
And all she sees on the ground is her broken pink clay.
List of questions is all she think of every now and then.
Without warning, droplets just roll down her cheek.
And my heartaches.
-C.K.-
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