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Tribute to the sensitives

We get into relationship
We get slapped and hurt
We think we learned something:
We learned how not to be hurt.

Wrong! We learned how to take the hurt
For, we get involved again
We think we watch over ourselves
But first hit, we are in pain.

Only this time, we cry not
We reason and get philosophical
We think we are no more emotional
The truth is this illusion makes us nut!

Indeed, our pain is still there
We minister anesthesia to our emotion
Toward ourselves, we pretend and grow liar
For, our heart is still loving and fragile in passion.