Alcoholic's Daughter
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I hate the way my mother looks at me.
The look of the “least favorite daughter.”
Most little girls feared monsters under the bed, while I feared the ones over the bottle.
Deploy your means of Trinity
For they will have to save you now
Put your shame on me
Remove the letter A from me
In my own seclusion
Fragments of the mask I wear
Share the scarlet of your sins
