Sometimes I wonder
If caring too much
Makes me vulnerable,
I wonder, is it good for me
But I know I cannot change,
And then I wonder
How can others care so little,
And it leaves me struggling
To understand and to ask why,
But there is no reason
That they could give me,
That would explain why they don’t
But I should just be happy that I do.
fauxcroft 
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