Sympathy Means To Suffer
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James McLain
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In the forest deep, where sorrow grows,
A tapestry of heartache, it conceives.
Sympathy, a balm for wounds unseen,
A solace whispered in moments keen.
To suffer is a kind of art,
Yet empathy binds each broken part.
In shared pain, compassion finds its way,
A symphony of souls on earth to stay.
Through trials faced, in silence endured,
The essence of sympathy is pain endured.
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