Our hearts, they blacken from our past.
Bad memories want to fade, but last.

Some hide behind their broken smiles.
Others flee, and run for miles.

Our toxic thoughts, hurt those who care.
And push away, the ones still there.

Our venom-like emotions will
Leave a hole, too hard to fill.

Like ivy, some are leaves of three.
Not worth touching, let them be.

We give and take from this disease.
So find the one, who's your vaccine.

Hope is hard to find,in this waning world impure.
We are all just poisoned people, simply searching for our cure.

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