My Tears
Sometimes I wonder when we stopped truly seeing each other. Too often, people meet with hatred, prejudice, or indifference, even though deep inside we all long for understanding and a little kindness.
This tear is not only a symbol of my own sadness. It carries the sorrow of everyone who suffers when love is replaced by hate, when words become weapons, and when we forget that we all share the same sky.
Perhaps a single tear cannot change the world. But it reminds us that compassion is still alive. And as long as compassion exists, hope has not disappeared.
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