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

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