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Contaminated

My blood is contaminated
With hatred and lies
Of pain and sorrow
Wanting to be rid of it
So I let my blood
Free from its prison
From my body
Watch hurt flow out
Until you put it back in
Where you think
It truly belongs
Right back into
My blood making me
Contaminated
Once again



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