I walked the dogs around a grocery store parking lot and they are punishing me, with lead gas that makes my hands and feet hurt, for showing the people I am good people. It is pretty hard to deny I am good, when you see me with my dogs. They love me and I love them. Plus, they glow so big.
Why is it so hard for people to believe I have a heart and overflowing humanity? It is because my family is so evil and seeks to destroy and enslave at every opportunity. I understand this more than anyone, but imagine my point of view. I know suffering, but I also understand the power of love. My Grandma Kudearoff is the one person who showed me unconditional love(besides my munchies). It only took one person to teach me love.
Will you allow me to be that one person for you?
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