Another Mortal Life

Sympathy is like a piece of bread.
People love to soak it in your pain,
'coz this makes it taste better for them.

When you are full of pain,
Dipping the bread spills some of it out.
You feel lighter, and thankful.
But the pain is now all around you,
And nobody soaks their breads in spillover.

People also take a sip or two of your pain,
And you like them for it, again.
Though they are only complementing their breads.

Face it that in the end,
It'll be you who would be left to drink it all.
You'd find the last sip much heavier
because of the tiny pieces of bread
Settled in the bottom of your drink.
And it would taste much bad.

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