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Hear me out, he said 
 
And as the tears drip down my face
 
My energy begin depleting
 
This happens to over  one in 45 people
 
And now one of them is me
 
 
 
I wonder how tainted it is,
 
If the red blood cells in my system are 
 
Crumbling, turning into ash and leading me
 
Into my  own grave of misery
 
 
Hear him out
 
Thats he' s infected me with this horrible disease
 
The money that fills the bank account has vanished
 
The doors are closed, locked
 
I no longer belong to anything
 
But the shadows
 
I  see skeletons all around me
 
Growling, begging, wanting death to come take them away
 
 
 
I shake my head
 
No, no, I whispered
 
NO! I scream, you did this to me
 
HIV has just made me homeless
 
No one wants to adopt a girl whose a disease 

 

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