Why Must There Be Tears?

Why are you crying?
You ask, being different than the others.
The others who are just passing by,
and you think to your self.
How can they just pass by.
A child sitting in the corner just to cry.

He tells you his story, it's almost too much to bare.
He's been through so much, so young.
How can something like this happen.
To a child, the worlds getting so wild.

The End

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