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What else is there, really? Other than how we are with each other, including strangers? I find it so puzzling that people choose to inflict pain and hurt upon the world. I feel powerful knowing that I never have to do that.

They remind me so much of the emotionally hurt people I knew who rampaged about flinging all of their pain and shit upon the world. The sorts of people who said things like they are ‘strong’ and you are not.

No matter the time, or place, or person, it’s all the same. Strength to me is kindness.

This is what I choose to do with my time here.