The stars go out
One by one
Another tear drop
Another star lost
The autumn colors
Fade to dull grey
A heaving sob
Brilliance turns to ash
The healing rain
Corrodes all it touches
Tainted with sad
Salt water tears
My heart
Sighs and rips
Paints the world black
When I see you cry
Trent's World (the Blog) 
Empathy can be both blessing and a curse.
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It can be. I wouldn’t give it up for anything, though – I’d rather feel pain when you do than to not feel anything.
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There are those we cannot bear to see hurt.
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Exactly – sometimes our happiness depends on the happiness of those around us and those we love.
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True story.
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