I hurt

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Why I hurt
By Janine Rodrigues

I hurt because to be alive equals suffering. I hurt colorfully. But I still hurt. It hurts to see injustices. It hurts not to be able to help. I hurt because I am alone. We are all alone. Each journey is lonely. 

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