Here is a poem I wrote about a philosophical thought I had about empathy:
Bleeding alone
No one can truly feel you
Empathy deceives
Seducing us with false comfort
Our suffering is parallel
But will never be equal
From our conception
To our requiem
Bleed alone
Bleed with none
Our rivers of pain
Cannot run the same
Look me in these eyes
I can only sympathize
Accept the reality
Dying alone
Your fate is your own
We are equalized
With an equaled passing
It is our natural desire
To find our resemblance
It is our need to believe
That together we bleed
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