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She was our mother,
In a Sea full of Throrns            She's the Beautiful,                                     Strong,                                             Delicate                                                      Flower
Snow White, Snow White, Red as Blood.   Your colourless heart  is not so pure. Tainted with unfamiliar emotion. But is it truly your fault?   Who can blame you,
Mother, if you haven't noticed I'm continuing a fight i don't know if u heard but i still cry at night. Its the monsters an demons who live inside of me sometimes you try but still find it hard to see.
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