Everybody Hurts People

Everybody hurts people.  I was thinking about this last night.  Everybody hurts people.

Name one person that has never hurt an individual and I'll call you a liar to your face.

We hurt the ones we love the most.  Why this is I haven't been able to fathom yet.

I think it has to do with expectations.

It's the intentional hurt that hurts the most.  I don't understand how people can be so deliberate and targeted with their hurtfulness.

That being said, everybody hurts people.  It's a part of life.  It's how you react when you are hurt, or when you realize you have done the hurting that measures you as a person.

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