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An object can't hear An object can't see An object can't breathe Like you Or me What's an object's motives or deapth of reason to be? What thoughtfulness, does an Object Have thoughts? ...who am I... ...why am I here... ...how and who should I outta be... ...can I be happy... ...am I sad... We craft an object We use an object We define it's reason and meaning Why it is and What it should function for We specialize it's resourcefulness And squiz out it's worth...until it's? Useless? Doesn't work? Doesn't have the same woth it used to have? It's totally in our control We define how long it should exist Or how long it's in our presence An Object we don't like anymore Or have no care for we lose,... Forget, dismental, discard, do things with it, without a shameful thouht Well an Object has no feelings It's just there No emotion no motion no tensions To care about It doesn't speak It is always the same Does always the same it was made for No smile no hurt It's there because of you You chose so I't doesn't just apear out of nowhere You baught it Someone gave it to you You saw it and wanted it to be yours You can share an object You can keep it for yourself You can show it proudly or destainfuly What ever you feel to do with it You do It won't mind Well if I think about all this I guess we can all agree What an Object really is.
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Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
Object
An object can't hear An object can't see An object can't breathe Like you Or me What's an object's motives or deapth of reason to be? What thoughtfulness, does an Object Have thoughts? ...who am I... ...why am I here... ...how and who should I outta be... ...can I be happy... ...am I sad... We craft an object We use an object We define it's reason and meaning Why it is and What it should function for We specialize it's resourcefulness And squiz out it's worth...until it's? Useless? Doesn't work? Doesn't have the same woth it used to have? It's totally in our control We define how long it should exist Or how long it's in our presence An Object we don't like anymore Or have no care for we lose,... Forget, dismental, discard, do things with it, without a shameful thouht Well an Object has no feelings It's just there No emotion no motion no tensions To care about It doesn't speak It is always the same Does always the same it was made for No smile no hurt It's there because of you You chose so I't doesn't just apear out of nowhere You baught it Someone gave it to you You saw it and wanted it to be yours You can share an object You can keep it for yourself You can show it proudly or destainfuly What ever you feel to do with it You do It won't mind Well if I think about all this I guess we can all agree What an Object really is.
#Object #Life #people
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waitherero
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
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