Today, I came to realize that there are people in this world that that live merely to destroy. To destroy people's dreams and any shed of happiness in their lives. I mean, it's not like I didn't know that there are sadistic, mentally-troubled folks out there who find pleasure in doing no good, but I failed to remind myself that these people can be close to me. People I smile at every morning. People I say good night to every evening.
It's not like it hit me in a glorified moment. Not like the epiphanies you see in movies and certainly not as glamorous. It was more of a shock.
I just can't comprehend why anyone would ever want to destruct something that isn't theirs to destruct to begin with. Do they find it satisfying? How do they sleep at night?
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