Why have you thrown my gift away?
I have offered you something more than anyone ever has offered.
Yet you throw it on the ground and walk away.
As I stoop to pick up what you have discarded, I wonder what you want.
Do you even know what you want?
I wipe the dirt, and grime from my gift that you so recklessness cast away.
Unfortunately my gift is slightly marred by your hands.
I will never view this gift in the same way.
You have marked it in a negative way.
When I offer it to the worthy party who will not toss it to the side.
They will have to deal with the mark that you bestowed on me.
How hard would it have been to hand it back to me?
At least the mark would have been minimal.
No instead you cheapened yourself to me and the world around you.
I had more respect for you than that.
Perhaps whomever I meet next will respect my gift.
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