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Toxic people can’t handle those 

Who rise above the slings and arrows,

And though sticks and stones

May make us bleed,

We are better for we cleanse ourselves of that toxicity

And because of this we feel so free,

Of anger and antipathy,

We instead are made of compassion and peace

And unconditional love for humanity

And that helps us shine our light on life

And see those others struggle with their toxic plight

And  though we are here to help them too,

They will not acknowledge what we say is true

And would rather stay within their rut,

Wallowing in the toxic muck.