Indifferent

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Ripples of lard peel from their skin, as they point at a blinding screen, displeased from muffled voices, yet not the slightest alarmed, to an iron puddle gathering, in cracked gravel lots.   
They smile Well-meaning intentions But how it hurts Your brow furrows You frown At the impudence You speak as if You know me well But knowing me As a child Does not mean
In this world of grief and strife, I carry with me, my one true companion. This companion is indifference. I walk through with him, Never unhappy Never unsure
In this world of grief and strife, I carry with me, my one true companion. This companion is indifference. I walk through with him, Never unhappy Never unsure
a guy was laid out on a hot summer day located on 116th between pleasant and 1st avenue unknown if he was knocked out, passed out, homeless or even dead he appeared to be alive saw his stomach breathing up and down
Don't discern me to be rude, I'm not up to talk of all the bothersome things racing in and out of my mind All thoughts of perplexity Zoning in and out, Breathe.   Anger rushes to me,
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