Watching As I’ve stood back or sat in the back of an auditorium or playground, to purposely be removed from notice. I now over the past year have remained doing the same. Only now, from an even further distance from people. I’m the observer, I guess. I can say quite frankly, I find people to be as they always have been, Cruel. Cruel to one another, regardless of relationships or the lack the thereof. I make excuses in my mind/soul so I can stomach being around them. That is when I need to be around them. People. What the past year has demonstrated rather loudly to my soul is, what are people thinking? Or rather, what are they not-thinking. The collage of experiences I’ve had are quite numerous. I know of no one who has experienced all of my predicaments. I noticed the self-importance of one over others. And for what? Nothing really. Ego, perhaps. Just another day in the jungle. The difference is, I know what I’ve lived for. And I know now why I keep living. I don’t ne
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