I have noticed and grew to detest the lack of eloquence of human beings. The sheer magnitude of such a pitiful existence can only be rectified with our own progressive bereavement. If your loved ones are momentous part in your daily life, if you live for them, and not for yourself; you have failed your species. However, my cascading hatred dissipates only slightly when a great loss is provided before my own blue eyes. The ambidextrous hypocrisy isn't lost on you, I'm sure. It is a typical trait that i cannot fracture from own miserable existance. It is an accurate and logical depiction that I, like most, have failed my own species. I beg your forgiveness, but I cannot change the problem because it is simply a quantum of our genes that has been sealed for ages. I'm afraid that whoever said that an individual can make a difference is truely mistaken. Some us need to believe these naive thoughts. After all, we're only human, my friends. We are no deeper than our flesh and blood. Our family. Our love. Our reason to live.
mr. cool beans Community Member 
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