Carrying around all that judgment
It has to be a weighty burden
So much to disapprove and disdain
Must be a heavy arsenal to bear
I’m sorry the dagger in your eyes
Bounce off of my lack of caring
Hate leaking from your gaze
Will never be able to touch me
Because I’m not invested in you
The same as you’re effected by me.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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