It hurts me

by Jason   Apr 9, 2004


My minds infrastructure is not yet set to a composed state of being, just yet.
It is closed off into so many ways, that you and I both together would not even understand. What I may have thought was a good thought, could have only been a dream. It`s weird for me to sit here and speculate on the differences that I can` t even seem to comprehend.
It`s weird to me that an individual of your stature could make so many mistakes and still be perfect. It`s weird to me that we as humans, with visual, verbal, and physical effects made from the body, can not survive without: fear, money, love, or even a thought of being cooler or better than someone. It hurts me to believe that we as people, choose to use color, physical or mental states of our actions or even good looking or bad to actually make pre-judgments about a person or people.

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