Ill bleed out,

Or suffocate,

But when I die,

Please don’t interrogate.

Please don’t fight,

Please don’t blame,

Please don’t hate me,

Please don’t be ashamed.

Of me,

Of my decisions,

Of my dreams,

Or my escape from my prisons.

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