We didn’t care that we gave that person trauma.
We didn’t care they needed a friend and we posed as an enemy.
We didn’t care they liked us and we took advantage of that.
We didn’t care we had power and used it to hurt others.
We didn’t care about their wounds after we beat them.

…but suddenly we care when the tables have turned?
we care about our past victims because we are in the position to feel like one.
i’m here to font…

I couldn’t help but wonder,
has our value as humans become tied with our ability to perform?

picture this…

so remember when i said:

“no more caring?”

well,
who knew God would answer that so fast?
sheesh…
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