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Mar 2015
I'm a perfect cocktail of disgrace
A destiny of betrayal is in my face
And in my blood it's like a tapestry
A bloodline binding my family tree
I carve the mark of Cain in my skin
In a vain attempt to drain away sin
Praying I don't break and tear a vein
Though maybe I would break the chain
Freeing generations of broken souls
Spilling my blood may pay our toll
Or will my disease simply transcend
Spread like a virus to family and friends
Warning: References to self-harm
Muse
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Muse  25/Gender Nonconforming
(25/Gender Nonconforming)   
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   Arlo Disarray
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