There are those who cut off their nose
Simply to spite their face,
They are also prepared to isolate,
Themselves from everyone they love
For reasons that are not enough
But based on what they think is principle
But those principles mean nothing at all,
When you spurn those who simply care
And of your burdens they wish to share
But when you rebuke or rebuff
That compassion and that love,
Then that life becomes a bitter one,
Where once was light, now there is none.
fauxcroft 
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