By Choice- No one even gets close. We’re keeping everyone at arms distance. Water sometimes outweighs blood, in our case for instance. We are our home. Tiptoe ‘round and subtly trip into the raging vocal chords of pricks who charge through all corners of the house. When the disease spreads we are our home. When they turn their backs and heads we are our home. When we’re pushed too far we are our home. We’re pushed too far. No need to raise your voice, God knows you didn’t have a choice and it breaks us. We swear not to disown, too bad if someone came along to test us. We can take them.
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