Compassionate Compromises from Compromised Compassion by The heartless Artichokes

Who could’ve guessed all of our compassionate compromises would lead to compromised compassion? We sacrificed it all like it was going out of fashion. Don’t even dare compare it to the magi because in this story I’m afraid that we’re both the bad guy.

First we let the small stuff slide and next thing we know we’re sliding off the rails. Where will we land when the safety net fails? All those compassionate compromises only got us so far. You can’t do the limbo if the ground is touching the bar.

Despite this fact we both ended up with broken backs. Digging ourselves into a hole to try to stay on track. Another compromise I guess but where did the compassion go? Maybe it’s just one more thing we left buried in the snow.

But I don’t think we’ll find any compassion there when it melts. I’m afraid it’s gone just like everything we ever felt. A question settles on both our minds as we watch the compromises fall. Was there ever any compassion living between these walls?

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