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Created on: July 10, 2008
She says no one understands her.
They say that they do.
She says no one knows what she goes through.
They say they do.
But they DON'T!
They really don't!
No matter how much they want to,
or how much they try,
They will never know,
Because NO ONE ever goes through the EXACT same thing,
So they will never understand one another completely.
That is why many people in this world are starting to seclude themselves,
In the tiny hobbit hole that is their life.
But most people don't care.
Most humans, because it is their instinct,
Will see damage and hurt being done,
Know that it is wrong,
Yet still walk right by it, as though they do not see,
For they do not want to become involved
and take a risk of being hurt also.
We sit back and let so much pain happen in the world,
To keep our own lives free of worries and cares.
Most people develop that way of thinking,
Because that is what they have been taught,
By their families, of whom we believe is always there.
Their friends, of whom we believe actually care.
The government, of whom we have been taught to believe has our best interests in mind.
Their teachers, of whom we have always been told to respect and do as they say.
Life is too short to fall into a mold.
Too short to live by the rule book.
Too short to let so many lives end so early, because you sat back and let the pain happen.
One person in another person's life can make a big difference,
because Death is always standing nearby with his scythe,
Ready to claim a human life when it has become too hard,
Thanks to the ridicule and pain brought upon them by their fellow humans.
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