Sometimes when you're walking down the street you see
something you like in a store and if you got the money
you buy it. You get the thing whatever it is and you
take it home, perhaps you start feeling some kind of
affection towards the thing. You keep it somehow love
it and you never want it to go away... Then that thing you
loved so much starts becoming a bore. You're not infatuated
with the bright colors or the nice things that object had
to offer so instead you go and buy a new object, one that is
better. We people percieve other living humans as things.
Things get useless and so do people, you become useless to
someone and a lot of people become useless to you. The
weird thing is that you only feel the bad things when
you're the one who's useless, but when it's someone
else who no longer serves a purpose in your life, you
don't feel a thing. Isn't it sad how us humans do such
terrible things to others and still expect never to be
harmed?

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