A face
Your face
The one you gave me
Along with the blood that runs deep
Deep
Deep enough to haunt me daily
It sickens me that I have these ties
These ties to you
To your family
Stuck
Stuck in the very stitches of my existence
Left with your face
Like some fucked up joke
You laugh
They laugh
Like some mob mocking my roots
I can't help the trees that bore me
Only how far I fall from said tree
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