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.