You're coming home to me.
You give me fears, fears of love and care.
Intentional baby,
You make lies seem real.
You leave me clueless.
Intentional baby,
You give me aches in pumping organs, like how diarrhea gives aches in tummy.
Intentional baby,
I don't know what keeps me going.
Because I'm blinded and I've stop reading signs.
I'm ill and off mind.
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