Run
They aren’t who they say they are
Everything you’ve struggled to become,
The great metamorphosis of your being–
They can take it all away, and they will

Leave
They don’t want what you are
They want their ideas of what you can be
Your luminance and your sweet, sensible heart
Their sullen minds and their corrosive words–
They’ll obliterate your innocence
and the peace that inhabits you

Only if you let them

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