Why Care?
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There you sit
With not even a flicker of glee
As the things you love
Only attract plentiful amounts of hate
But as you sit there in your sorrow
Wonder to yourself
Why Care?
What's the purpose of weeping
For the things you love?
This special thing
May only be special to you
Or perhaps to just a few
But if the things you love
You really do love
Why Care?
