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My thoughts are plagued by those of life. What our purpose is. I saw some hummingbirds this morning, as I was having my ritual smoke right after I get up, and thought of this. Animals are so sure of their place in life, so sure in what they need and have to do to survive. Humans are much less definite creatures. We often ponder about our place in this ecosystem. Why and what we're here for. And it's a thought process that rules our everyday life. What a confusing way to live. Along with the trepidation of not knowing where we belong in this world, we have been given the gift, and curse of knowledge. We can feel pain mentally and physically.

I walk down the roads in my mind, wandering the streets in search of a happy memory. But the roads are barren, the land…wasted. There is nothing there anymore, nothing to where the crows don't bother to fly around overhead. The wind is harsh, biting all the feeling from my body…my mind…my soul. It's as though even with all the people in my life, I'm still alone. I'm still hated, but loved. Still yelled at, but comforted. It's a circle…a never ending sphere of hatred and violence; with a cherry of spite on top. What a way to end the dinner of life…such extraordinary dessert I've ordered for myself. There's nothing left to talk about. No apo

Ever been hated, discriminated, violated; when you're holding up a sign that reads "I'm just like everyone else." Like some anorexic beauty queen you try and emulate those who make up the 'everyone else'. And with you're beautiful voice you try and sing, even though no one is lestening. Don't turn your back on me. I'm not like everyone else.