If love makes life easier, why is it no one is witness to its liesures. Is it selfisihness in what humanity has become. Looking after number one. Blinded in ways no one can reach us. Unwilling to find the simplicity of love. Or is it people are so into self no one matters as if no one exists. Never feeling the meaning in a kiss on the lips. Everyone always wants to be catered to yet can't find the time to truly know someone. Willing for it to be over and done. Is it that easy to walk away from the best thing ever. Who's says their's greener grass on the other side of stormy weather. Life is what you make of it, is it not? Theirs no connection left in this worlds path. Treating all as if their scabs. Picking at them until there's nothing left. Never giving their own best. Yet wanting others to please them. Why is it everyone is suppose to bend. Character is abscent and behind the futures eyes is lost in a black hole swallowed. Man kind is so relentlessly hallow. There are few that even get the point of loves purpose and having a best friend. Guess that's the way it will be until the end......
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