I took a shot to get rid of you,
make your venom leave my veins.
By now my blood has been unclogged,
the needle was worth the pain.
But somehow your virus was good for me,
It taught me what it was to live.
And I want these bandaids ripped from my skin,
wishing that your poison never made it in,
or on second thought, and then again,
just that I was in the beginning...
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