Privilege PainsA Poem by conceited_cats
We played with pain,
As all privileged children do. It was a mystery, This deep emotional intensity. A kind of pain we thought we may have felt But knew we’d never really felt And wished we’d never have to. © 2022 conceited_catsAuthor's Note
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Added on January 5, 2022 Last Updated on January 5, 2022 |

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