Blood may be thicker than water,

Like a rope is thicker than thread,

The former ties a noose,

The latter binds a friend.

A bracelet made together,

That lasts until the end.

Beads that represent,

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The choices I have made

The very same choices,

That you claim to hate,

I suppose it is expected,

That exile is my fate.

Except none of this is true,

I sometimes wish it was.

Openness is hard,

Cutting binds is harder.

Perhaps I would go further?

If blood weren’t thicker than water.