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I often forget                      my friends are human. I hold them in high regard, like a jar of gems in the sun. As the years circulate, they have talked me down from tearing my brain out unlike my family they're honest, not afraid to tell me anything even if it hurts. *Like that time I was dating that girl and everyone called her a ****** hell-bitch.* I only carry the secrets they've asked me to in my pockets. My family encourages me to make money. My friends tell me to do whatever makes me content.                        So sometimes my gratitude                        transforms                        these humans into deities                        that do no wrong.              I'm shocked              at their careless decisions                  disgusted                by their occasional irrationality.                       How dare they soil the image I've created in my brain                       to which I then project unto them!                                       The world disappoints me                                       as a whole--                                       but that's expected. My brain & heart fissure when my friends don't act like these people I worship. Until I remember the keyword is "people." They're human, just like me.
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Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 7:57 AM UTC
Human Friends
I often forget                      my friends are human. I hold them in high regard, like a jar of gems in the sun. As the years circulate, they have talked me down from tearing my brain out unlike my family they're honest, not afraid to tell me anything even if it hurts. *Like that time I was dating that girl and everyone called her a ****** hell-bitch.* I only carry the secrets they've asked me to in my pockets. My family encourages me to make money. My friends tell me to do whatever makes me content.                        So sometimes my gratitude                        transforms                        these humans into deities                        that do no wrong.              I'm shocked              at their careless decisions                  disgusted                by their occasional irrationality.                       How dare they soil the image I've created in my brain                       to which I then project unto them!                                       The world disappoints me                                       as a whole--                                       but that's expected. My brain & heart fissure when my friends don't act like these people I worship. Until I remember the keyword is "people." They're human, just like me.
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Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 7:57 AM UTC
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