Kindness I'm!
Shaped up into a dialect.
I'm denied at the edge world in a language.
I'm hurdled by the cruel.
Brutal they hang me.

I'm crying to be taught by nature,
nature that brightens everyones' setbacks.
You're murmuring to speak me,
While I'm easy to speak,
but my echoes are truly endless.

The language that's heard in deaf ears,
Which thy hear only of all languages.
Surprisingly spoken by the doom,
the word of their awareness.
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