

Burden of a Thousand ChristsHe looked at me seemingly crestfallen He was lost in nothing, betrayed by everything Calling out my name even though we had never met And he had never spoken Grey eyes have lost their hue below a mane the same color 'My heart was not broken. My heart was emaciated, starved of affection Despite the legacies that it released to satisfy it's significant other Because I loved her, and she deceived me' I reconciled, acquiesced Basking in his ambiance A relator, narrating a life both he and I find common A life of mistrust in others, heartaches littering one's self And he spokeBurden of a Thousand Christs
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"Optium dies...prima fugit."
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"i will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being..."
[modern hippocratic oath]
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And so it is
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