Requesting things from others with no intention of ever
paying them back is an insincere attempt at being caring
about them.
Never replacing what they take from another so as to
replenish themselves, sucking love and compassion from
a person, leaving them drained and bereft.
Walking away and never shedding a tear for them, what
kind of person do you see them being in life, only that
of being users, takers and moochers.
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