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Butterflies
Something growing, inside of him,
Not even 23 years, living life free
Chasing bottles, and butterflies, and dreams
That lead him down a path
and then just disappeared.
Where shiney lights, and playful nights
Where midnights turned to mornings
And sex and drugs were all he had
To put a numbness to the yearning.
He said theres something growing inside of me
Are you free of mistakes,
please don't judge me,
I need your acceptance
I need you to love me
He leaned in to say,
''I have HIV''
