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Why



Why should I smile, greet, or acknowledge your presence.



Why, when the sake of my well-being is the least of your conserns.



You'll drive pass me on a dark highway even if you saw me shivering in the blistful cold.



I would attempt to cross the street and you would speed your chariot faster even after you saw me ahead in your path.



Driving off without a brief thought of the seething act of malice you've just commited.



No matter. I don't give a second's lapse of care about you and you the same, so we'll just leave it at that.



So sad. Us, still segragated in compassion against our forefather's ideal wishes of unity is seemingly too distant a reality...