With all the bags you have, with everything that weighs you down, why would you burden yourself with someone else's? Why are you carrying the hate of someone who never crossed you for a friend who let it go a handful of blue moons ago? You must be so tired. That bag you carry is like a black hole infinitely heavy but infinitely hallow. Let it go! How do you touch any one with those calloused hands... and enjoy it? The weight of bag straps have elongated your fingers making it easier for you to point the blame fueled by the half truth completely skewed perception of what you think happened. Till the gravity of those bags severed your finger tips. You hold on to those bags even though its pointless. I don't know you or care enough about you to have this conversation face to face but I hope this speech will reach someone I do care about and don't know they're endanger of severed finger tips. Hopefully they will get the point of this !!! !! ! Christopher Michael Note: This was written a while back after reading someones FaceBook post (I think). Someone was hating on someone by proxy.
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