R.I.P - Humanity

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Sometimes all that I feel is confusion!! :)

People don’t reciprocate feelings but expect reciprocation. They treat you like punching bags or worse still like dustbins to dumb their s*** on. Once they are done they walk away with their head held high in all glory and fame….!

They are least interested in others pain and agony. Nothing matters more than I, ME, and MYSELF. Feelings like care, concern, help, serve, guide, respect, love etc have just vanished into thin air. It’s a pity we have been reduced to zombies. With all the growth and development this is maybe the free mystery gift that tags along. 

Maybe this pollution and other things have finally managed to strangulate people’s conscious to death!!

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