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“Proud”


I came to the hospital 

And i wanted help for me

Do i need the help

Or can they kill me please

 

no, i am getting the help i need

Even if noone agrees

I get that i am the disappointment

And everyone can see

 

I bring down the family name

And taint it with my medication

But it helps me survive

So screw everyones questions

 

Please keep me listening

And open to learn

Keep my family away 

Or let the ties burn

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