Family is chosen yet not a choice,
A pill too hard to swallow,
So here I sit stripped of my voice,
As I feel myself turn hollow,
If I painted you a picture,
This you would see,
A messed up mixture,
With the center being me,
Surrounded by insanity,
Craving stability,
Drowning in constant profanity,
Even alone there's no tranquility,
Stuck with no where to run,
Blood is forever,
It cannot be undone,
Separation never
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