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now i know the real difference that set me apart with some people--lack of love. certain ones even from my closest circle just lack it so deadly that their spirits are only ashes, and nothing else. they make and create and pretend to be burning coals but i'm telling you, it's no use. and i get angry easily--i used to think it was me who was faulted--now i see it clearly, i have learnt in time to see them from a mile away them and their waste-ness that is an insult not just to me but to the earth. i wish i could just put them all in a jar and throw them off into the deepest oceans where they and their colorless personas can exist through eternity without infecting any of us


but i get sad still--i wonder how they crept into my circle of being. i should have known long long ago that certain people and other ones will never truly exist together--my waves and storms of love, affection, delusion, confusion turn into feeble drops of rain against their walls of stonelike uselessness. they can all disaapear off the face of the world and no one would once cry a true tear.

for all them trailing around the walls don't mean they wanna get in--