Defeated by My Own Fallacy ~ Circular

I can’t complain

There are those worse

They feel pain

I’m only hurt

Nothing compared to

What they live through

What do they have?

A home to call their own?

Family? Is Love known?

How can I complain

Of feeling what others feel

When I have God

Love Family a Home

Can I compare

Their emptiness to mine?

But emptiness is emptiness

And how can I be missing

What doesn’t exist?

How can I be crying

If there’s nothing inside?

The End

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