Watching interiorly as people wander around, sensing
something that doesn't feel too well.
Knowing that others often look down on people, be-
cause of their own views and opinions.
Sad, but true, that's human nature and the way some
people are in life.
Not knowing anything or at the most, very little
about who or what others do.
Believing in or adhering to misconceptions, yet pre-
summing that their thoughts are correct.
Far from the truth, yet they persist in this line of
thinking, losing out when they could've had a friend
for life.
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