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She Who Is Called A Monster
Her world once ran on her behalf,
She freely enjoyed her stuff,
Brushing the town so confidently,
Proudly showing her beauty.
Walking towards a long road,
Her body broke,
Pain spreading deep into her bones,
Yet she holds on to hope.
Inside her tiny little body,
She carries majesty,
That's what is called a baby,
A forerunner that will l...
Monday 23rd December 2024 9:13 am
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