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• Artiste: Magdalen Hsu-Li
• Titre: Compassion
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every time i see you; you just have to let me know how much you used to hate me; how you just can't let things go you can't forgive your mom for dying and leaving you alone all you life you've been searching for a family and a home someone to love, someone that won't go away well i have seen my share of pain and troubles too my friend when i was 5 and growing up i put my hand right on the stove so glowing hot and red it took the skin off to the bone when i was young i prayed to god to make my torment end a lonely heart and sticks and stones were all i had for friends i thought i would never know the bliss of touching souls i tried to think of what it would be like when i got really old we lie in our own beds my friend. we build them in a fashion but mine were built to cultivate awareness and compassion what bothers me is you forget we come from the same place we have the same desires despite gender blood or race what bothers me is we forget till right before they die to take back all the words we said to look them straight between the eyes what bothers me is that we stand here silent back to back and i am just like you but you refuse to see the facts we lie in our own beds my friend - we build them in a fashion but mine were built to cultivate awareness and compassion love is the only thing that feels good when it burns it's the breath of our existence i am serving as i learn i am taking pieces of me i am building my reserves for every time you take a swing for every time you hit a nerve cause you know you cannot hurt me i am walking through your anger and my spirit will keep walking cause it knows there is no danger only what we choose to take on only what we choose to take in every hurt that comes your way is a chance to show compassion they never teach us in the schools that we are out here on our own that we are living close together but essentially alone you can turn love into hate but you can't hate love itself i don't know who told you love had anything to do with self i've seen kinder eyes than yours behind the barrel of a gun so i'll ask you just one question.which of us has really won? we lie in our own beds my friend - we build them in a fashion but mine were built to cultivate awareness and compassion