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Not a day passes when the torment doesn’t end.
She’s a ghost haunting herself.
Watching herself abandon her heart over and over, hoping all mothers love their children.
She hated her.
At least, that’s what she showed.
Her birthdays were the only times she wasn’t walking on eggshells trying to appease and please the mother of monsters marking her.
She is the mark of the beast trying to find her halo amid persimmons and parables, pretending she’s worth anything more than the disappointment wasting her days.
She’s the hexed princess.
Wasting fairy tales found in heaven’s bosom where the sun sleeps.
She’ll destroy herself hoping the torment ends for good.
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