Walking on my hands and knees
on pavement showered with glass
working its way under my skin
every movement
every flinch
deeper and deeper
the blood of my veins creates a trail
so I can find my way back
but I won't be going back
no more will I be going back
to a place of hatred
disease
and numbness
Numbness of the heart
of the brain
I will create my own world
Where love is all
and hate is forgotten
Where everyone is free to think
and to play
and to be themselves
I refuse to accept your ideal
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