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I'll Not Be Nonchalant I can see your nonchalant insides pushing outward. They can be seen with these omniscient eyes. And my empathetic insides colliding with your nonchalant hidden ways creates an opus of vast proportions filling me and draining me simultaneously. What are these drops of salty liquid you've invoked in me? Simply by letting me see what's really you. I'm sorry you pretend. I'm sorry you online fake it. Your nonchalance cannot rub off on me. I will continue with my stubborn empathy and sympathy and reality. I will continue though you've stopped. And I'm sorry that you have. I hope you realize one day what good you do not do by conjuring up fake shoulders to absorb realistic tears, by trying to delude those who see it all, by knowing you ought to give a damn and reluctantly do not. Julia McClenon
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