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Marked

s/he can’t remember now just when they diagnosed him/her, but the mark has been made--- doesn’t wash off in the shower, doesn’t go when s/he drifts off to sleep, doesn’t leave him/her alone even in the most intimate of moments, yes, the doctors are always there, pointing their finger pointing their finger pointing their finger--- armed with a majority of idiots who will believe anything they read marching behind a 21st century consensus & s/he is but one whose life has been turned upside down by this thing that s/he carries inside which the scientific community in their most compassionate of days define as an “illness,” a “disorder,” a “lack,” of what has been determined prior to this individual’s own existence to be the required amount of chemicals inside, to function like the rest of the hating, lying, cheating, abusing, stealing & murdering mass that others like to call “normal”--- s/he doesn’t wear it on his/her sleeve like so many who buy into it, doesn’t buck up & grin, “like it’s all part of a plan,” as religious dumb****s will say, right behind their new age pals who hide behind “everything happens for a reason,” walking in a vague haze of what at the end of the day is only slavery to more “spiritual” nonsense--- no, the mark was made early, the damage had already been done & after being branded by others who think they know better, s/he harbors nothing but anger.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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