Powerless (the poem)

My heart bleeds for you,
whether or not I tell it to.
Your pain becomes mine,
and stays with me through time.
No matter how hard I try to stear away from the next bend,
I find myself powerless to the end.
The path given to you is not deserved,
for no one should this fait ever be reserved.

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