Spew
Blow Chunks
Hurl
It all comes pouring out of him
It all comes pouring out of me
It hurts
Dear God!
It's painful
I'm breaking
He runs into himself
I run out of myself
Calm
Peace
Strength
Faith
The choice is his
I've already made mine
To walk through the pain
with our hands entertwined
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