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Why does it seem that the dead bring more comfort than the living?

If sitting at my beloved dog's grave calms me down, so be it.

Why do the living expect high of each other?

If we could love each other, like we dream it, wouldn't this be a better place to live in?

Why do we treat our animals as if they've not a life?

If you realized this, you'd try to do something about it.

Why does the sky look sunny on a bad day?

If you met my demon, you would see.

Why can't one appreciate what someone else does, even with mistakes?

If you saw the disgust in my soul, you'd probably take it back.

Oh, did I break something of yours?

Good.  Now you know how my heart feels.

©LJ

4 June 2013