I've never thought of it endearing,
To undermine someone else.
With an assassination done to defame...
Is a sickness that should not be welcomed.
But those who do this to themselves,
See this as a comradery.
And those tongue butcherings shared...
Are accustomed activities to prove they care!
It's all a sick inflicted illness taught.
And accepted by those,
Who have an absence of dignity...
That has been 'freed' of a sense of identity!
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