"For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes."
Milan Kundera
It seems like I am condemned to live with this feeling ... as an observer I keep this pain stuck on my throat, inside of me ... my heart cries ... cries just to remind me how powerless I am ...
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