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Pitchfork

Yes, you could judge them.

But if I were you,

I would breathe first.

Would you like to be judged

for being

just the way that you are

because you are that way?

To judge another

is to place shame

in your own hands.

This I have learned,

and continue to learn,

the hard way.

One day, I will 

be free.

And so will those

I continue to judge.

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