There is a difference
She says that she understands, that everyone has felt that way at some point
Perhaps she is right, but I'm having trouble agreeing with her
A single sad thought is not the same thing as an onslaught of worry and hate and anger
How could one lonely drop compare to a hurricane?
She says she understands, perhaps she does, but I find it hard to believe that seeing through an open window doesn't differ from being in a room with all the lights off
No, I don't think she is correct
This poem is about:
My community
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