Living in the hell of humanity, finding human being to
be so fickle, undependable, always flitting from one
thing to another in life.
Never seeming to be able to adhere to anything for very
long, always being so indecisive and not knowing what
they want in life.
Yet, when they are being focused, centered, being filled
with compassion, caring, and love for others, always
giving a hand when needed.
Being there for someone else, they once again revert back
to the caring, loving human being they really are within.
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