Is There Still Enough Love?
We walk through crowds
yet feel more alone than ever
faces glowing,
eyes searching
not for connection,
but for attention.
Everyone speaks,
but no one really listens.
Everyone claims truth,
but no one questions themselves.
And when pain appears,
it turns into a stage —
where suffering performs
and sympathy becomes applause.
They tell us:
“Love yourself… love yourself…”
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so we build walls
and call it healing,
we distance hearts
and call it growth.
But somewhere along the way,
we forgot
love was never meant
to stop at ourselves.
Tell me…
in a world so full of “me,”
is there still enough “us”?
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