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People. The human species. The human existence.
They’re sometimes referred to as nothing, as clumps of dust caught in the spider’s web of life. Nothing but trouble makers. Nothing but hateful creatures who only know how to destroy everything they touch. Including other people. Including them self. Do we clutter the corners of existence? Maybe. But maybe not. Sometimes, we’re referred to as the most important things in our lives. People: the most important. The budding bulbs of life. People come. And sometimes they go too. Sometimes people push away other people. Sometimes they run away from people. They come and they go and for some reason that’s not fair to me. They should stay forever. But there is no such thing as “forever.” So I guess that’s just me being selfish. I don’t know where they have to go. Why they had to go. They’re probably better off. But that could just be them