My Weird Type Of Empathy (The Taste Of My Own Medicine) Comments

Describe not what empathy is in a not so hard to bear way on my account. I' am churned up in confusion, realizing that in a not so distant future, I will witness how you un utterly misjudge my spirit. My heart is not calloused as you may see it seems. Those pricking pain may prick me not now, but time will find its way to let me know I feel your suffering (words in mind as I see pt in suffering and tacitly find comfort in silence) . I may find comfort in company of those who take pride in easing my pain, and I will find it vexatious to handle those who let my tears flow, for my situation calls for preserving my dignity until my last breathe brings life to my body, and the last dropp of my blood will stop flowing through my veins.

Treat me not like a guinea pig, you may realize that I am still a person and will always be who feels pain, but comfort is not on my side. You may see and feel the beauty of living and eternity in suffering and that life is priceless, for now you may be blinded by the blossom of youthful vigor, Do not the ticking time betrays? , for now time is on your side. Tell me now, whom are you going to trust? , and so time silently betrays.
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