They call it family
And ask you about it constantly
And act as if
You’re an asshole
If you leave it in the dust
But just because they
Share your flesh and blood
Doesn’t mean they feed your soul
And sometimes
They do everything in their power
To destroy it
Yet still I feel guilt
For leaving

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