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Selective Empathy

  A selective empathetic is a more sinister evil than the outright unempathetic. The unempathetic is quite small in numbers, and are under more scrutiny. The selective empathetic is one of reflective desire, picking and choosing those to be glad for and wishing to prosper based off of desired personal gain, gain that involves putting others down in the process. This level of empathy is pure submission to outside preachers, outside systems, media, literature, art, and economics, and represents a dark and fallible inner sense. Letting things simply happen, apathetic to their greater truth, nihilistic in meaning, and a walking product of guiding forces around them. A pure empathetic is empathetic to all in all situations, noticing the humanity in all. It is sad to notice the selective empathetic being a prevalent and lauded endeavor, when the qualities of such selective empathetic are thought of also as manipulation. A great contradiction in social morality and personal character judgeme
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Yes, They Do.

what a beautiful love what a beautiful time and list I list this time to beautify my heart and my heart to beautify this world and this world to beautify our species and our species to shut up. and I wish to beroathe a time of mourning the time in which false profits reside, the time in which there is not a single soul feeling complete and the time in which death berates our heads. Betroth me motherfucker For I am here and ready And you are there and finished And I disavow you. You disappoint me with your pouting And I resent your being And I love dying in my mind And my mind loves pain My body does not And so doesn't my heart But we are still here And I am operating on two distinct minds Maybe next time you'll listen when I say, you are unwise in my feelings as I am in yours. Maybe you'll listen to the music of the crazy And maybe I'll be fucking crazy And I am definitely crazy. Your mind is on a plane greater than mine And I ador
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Some day, Everyday, Tomorrow.

  Some days I decipher myself. Some days I don't know who I am. Some days I'm selfish. Some days I'm caring. Everyday I don't know what's happening or who I am. Everyday It's up to me to decide what I should be, or how I should act, and everyday I go through the same thoughts over and over again. Everyday I look in the mirror and notice blemishes. Some days I look in the mirror and see the same thing I saw before, but it is different when I look at it, and some days I touch my face and feel scales. Everyday I fear pain. Some days pain is happiness, and some days pain is suffering. Some days pain is boredom, some days pain is stress. Everyday is a marathon run from pain, and some days that pain is harder to notice. Some days I'm crazy. Some days I'm happy. Some days I'm depressed. Some days I'm determined. Everyday I make myself do things I don't want to do so I can enjoy the things I do want to do, and many days I don't kn
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He Who?

  There was a court case. I was surrounded by indecipherable people with blurred faces and distinguished hats. Their heads were big, and so were their mouths as they yelled "Death Row!" The judge and jury looked like a group of clones, the judge was especially hard to make out. "I must be drunk, I must be dying" I thought to myself The judge's horns made an appearance as he fought me with his words. He was connected to me. "I distinguish you as a heathen, I distinguish you as a fake" he said The judge's words tasted uncomfortable and powerful. My mind started believing my heart to be gone, and my heart started to believe I was evil, as I sat and got judged by the whole world for something they will never know. My head was sweating and my eyes were red, and I didn't know what else was going through my mind. It was all a blank as I scratched my head trying to remember who I was or why I was hurt. The judge didn't care about my agitat
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Throwing Paint Across The Canvas

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