Be nice.

I always get surprised

by how people treat other people.

Wanting things to be perfect the first time

and demanding excellence.

Like do you not realize that the person

behind the cash register has a beating heart?

They have families that love them

who hold them when they cry.

And I always get surprised

because I was taught to treat people they way you want to be treated.

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