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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.