You don’t think you want to kill me
You believe in survival of the fittest
You fight for individual freedom
Apathetic to laws that’d sterilize me
You wish me to silence
As I remind you of mortality
You wish me to be invisible
You can’t imagine what you can’t see
You wish me to be magically healed
But you deny to wishing me dead
You believe yourself sympathetic
Long as I don’t turn a mirror on reality.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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