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There are people in this world that I like, people that I admire, people I adore.

There are people in this world that I don’t know exist, people that don’t know I exist, people that want to exist, people that I wish knew of my existence.

There are people in this world that I choose, no, prefer to stay away from yet sometimes they always find their way of getting to me, emotionally or physically.

There are people in this world I wish to get closer to yet they always drift away from me.

It’s a vicious cycle.

There are people in this world who do not like me, people who hate me, people who wish that I’ve never been born or I could die at any given moment in time. Those people may have their reasons, they may be justified, they may be ridiculous, they may be out of fear or they might not even have any reasons at all.

They express themselves- their hate- in so many ways. They taunt, tease, mock, humiliate, stare down at me. Turn up their noses, yell at me, spread rumors. They would even go on as bluntly as possible and say whatever they find about me not appealing to them - my looks, my personality, my tastes etc.- to my face.

They would treat me as though I’m some wretched disease -a virus- and try their best to find any cure in order to bring me down and make sure that I stay there. If not, they think that I’ll just take over their entire existence and destroy all who are infected.

I have been told once or twice,

‘Treat others the way that they treat you’



Sometimes I try to take on that little piece of advice, yet, I can never bring myself to do it. So instead, I listen to my own,

‘Treat others how you expect to be treated’

I will give others who may need, if only am I able to provide. Even if they don’t return the favor. It doesn’t matter. As long as I know that what I did was right.

There are people in this world that I can speak to, people who I can tolerate, people who won’t necessarily judge me for being myself, people who see the flaws in others as a special part of their being, those who care, those who love and cherish their peers…. Like a family almost.

You can laugh, sing, dance, do whatever you want and they won’t mind. Finding people who generally share same interests as you… Is nice.

Yet, have you ever felt like, even if you’re around those people, you still have this sense of isolation, loneliness.

I’m not yet one with them.

This is only a side effect of being B R O K E N.

There are many people in the world, who feel as though, something’s missing. They can spend most of their life searching for that something and won’t stop ‘till they find it.

Others have given up and just go with what life throws at them. Even then they will regret not doing anything in their past. That happens to most people in this world…

Most people, like me…
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