Empathy

Caring kills.

It makes your center rot

as the bullet goes through.

Empathy is what you got.

The sphere doesn't care if it's rough.

It just shoots and keeps turning.

If empathy you lack,

the bullet will stop and go back.

It's sometimes good to lock the door,

throw away the key,

and hope it bounces on the floorless floor.

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