Why does this happen to me?
You care,
Came the reply.
You're too genuine,
Too social,
Too truthful,
Too kind.
You find beauty in ordinary things,
See the struggle in people's flaws.
You want to help.
You're made of
Deep thoughts and laughter,
Humility and compassion.
Your imagination strays towards the past,
Towards the stories you never knew,
The pain they didn't tell you.
You care.
It's all most people ever want,
To be cared for
The way you want to care for them.
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