My Daughter

My daughter,

I created you perfectly the way you are

Why are you trying to change that?

I made you blonde,

Not brunette,

I gave you blue eyes,

Not green

Because when I made you, nothing could have been more perfect.

My daughter,

Don’t you know that I forgive and forget?

It’s forgiven.

I’ve forgotten.

Why haven’t you?

My daughter,

I am the King of kings.

You are a princess.

Why are you settling for the court jester?

My plan is for you to have the prince.

My daughter,

Why do you make ugly scars on your wrist?

Don’t you know that I love you?

That I have a purpose for you?

My daughter,

I love you more than you can imagine.

My daughter,

I’m here with open arms.

My daughter,

I will never leave you.

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