destroy my peace, let me absorb your grief, allow me to feel something —even if these are not my feelings, even if it's not my problem—
you cry, it consumes me
and i ask you questions
that I cannot answer myself;
because that's the only thing
that keeps me human,
without that i'm nothing
just flesh and bones
unified to look like something,
which looks like someone.
i am just a source of your need.
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hope you like this poem. I started writing english works few months ago, so if it feels a bit unnatural might be bc of that :(