Society makes no sense.
If the lines one uses to make their drawing perfect are on both sides of her face, how is it that only the one side is considered perfection and the other isn't, even though the lines cross both?
Why is it that the one side is considered perfection and the other isn't?
Who is society and why are they not critiqued and criticized the way that they critique and criticize others?
Why do the they not get a taste of their own medicine?
Why do they not get a feeling of their criticism every once in a while?
Why is it that society gets to make the rules and everybody just seems to follow them?
Why does everybody follow them?
I wish that my questions could be answered because I'd love to make sure that society knows that they suck - to put it mildly.
But,aren't we society...
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PoetryCold. Warm. Dark. Light. There's no difference when all you feel is numb; that's all I ever feel. The physical pain isn't pain anymore, it's relief. It's the words that hurt - only the words. But what happens when you want to use that blade...
