A green hand is holding onto the wrist of another green hand, as if to stop them from leaving. Their nails are painted neon yellow.

Free

I never said it out loud.

That if I could,

I would bear it all for you.

In this lifetime or the hereafter,

I would give up everything for you.

Because we’ve been tied by blood,

Or do they call it fate?

But there’s something sickening about you,

That I can’t help but hate.

The sickness that lives in me too,

Was that also written in fate?

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