There was a man. This man went through life with the heart, courage and integrity of great men that have preceded him. Life as it so frequently does, poisoned him. It stripped this man of all he loved and stood for. The world effectively turned this man into a cold, yet calculated individual. An individual that carried with him such a tremendous level of charm, the sky became the limit. Or at least he thought it was. This mans demise was of absolute certainty. As he traveled through life on this disastrous journey, he was so cunning in his efforts. The materialistic based existence he lived by seemed so incredibly gratifying. He seemed to manipulate people with the greatest of ease. As this masquerade slowly but surely came to its bitter but necessary end. This man stop for a moment to absorb the destruction he has caused. Quickly he realized that he has done nothing but cause an irreversible amount of pain. To his selfish suprise, he was alone. In his dying breath he made one last, very fitting question. He proceeds to utter these words; why me, why am I alone. Lack of Empathy By: Stephen Allie
Posted on: Tue, 06 Aug 2013 01:50:23 +0000
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