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Pegs

Pegs

I don't fit in with these beings called people.

Their proud souls and disrespect for one another cast shadows over my heart. They needlessly and uncaringly kill insects beneath their feet. Their mouths are filled with lies, gossip, and idle words. I ask in the quiet places of my heart why grown men and women engage in "small talk". I hear them and wonder if they truly smell, feel, taste, hear or see the wonders around them.

The horrors of my youth instilled in me a discipline and standard of conduct the world deems unrealistic. By this rule I love. By this rule I respect. Take from me this rule and I'd no doubt be more loved and accepted by the world, but at the cost of myself it is too steep a price to pay.

I don't fit in with these beings called people, and for that I am the animal.

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sparrowsong

Hello Bill...

It's amazing how much people don't see...

Maybe,  there's just so much bad that they can't see through it and...

It's just wide too see around it...

They are the ones my heart goes out to first...

You're a great animal...

Great write! 

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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Mark Paul van d...

I agree and acknowledge your write - I have met many a good person "animal" with the same feelings and thoughts, Those we need to engage with - Great write Bill.

Mark Paul

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Dameon Farris

Wow bill such Intreguing concept and power and support behind what you say and I myself have felt simular power that it is as though I am special and don't belong in the so called human race as if I am my own speceis as so on so fourth and I am with you a hundred percent there anyhow great write Bill trully speaks to the readers hope to read more soon man. Wish you the best,

anyhwo catch ya on the flip side of things!

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