Understand
Addiction, disease, all of the above. I love. I embrace. I engage. I've no restrictions. For they're only what you create. To know what your true gift is. To see into those who struggle and crumble. To know the souls of the dark better than they know themselves. To give the benefit of the doubt. How don't you understand when it's got you head under water? The world's infested only because of minds like yours. The type to not admit what it's seen. What it's felt. What it's done. Vulnerabilty and judgement will never cease in their hearts. It will never be innocent, like it was at the start. But to feel someone's pain without pitying them. To strive to make them understand. Just what you know in your heart. Just what you want for the world. To understand. To accept. To know that no one is worthless. No one. Even the one's who give up their souls for the one thing they crave. The one thing that lets them escape. Even those who explode with anger. Those who mentally suffer. Those who take advantage of innocence. Those people are the ones who need our attention. The ones who AREN'T well off. The ones who need our help. Will the poor of mind ever thrive? Or does the world need to end in order for humanity to understand?
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