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What you think is poison
I find refuge in
You say it makes my blood filthy
You won't even have a conversation about it because that topic is
Never to be spoken within the walls of this house
Act normal, you say
Be like other kids, you say
Why can't you just be happy, you say
I could be happy
If you were willing to have a conversation
Because if this is poison
Then save me
I'm in too deep
You would rather let me die
Than have a simple conversation
I need you
Talk to me

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