Empathy

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I feel their happiness and joy.
I know the pride of “It’s a boy!”
I understand anger and rage.
I sense the fear of the cage.
I grasp sorrow and dismay.
I touch the love that’s here to stay.
I draw this in for the writing art,
For I know the human heart.





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