Dear, nobody,

I began as I breathe

The reasoning to my pain, being mother when I didn't understood what is like being adult is even, being surrogate being milk woman, at age when I should have played toddler games, I was this forced fallen angel, Lucifer hated me even. I was loved, in all wrong ways. All the good people hated me, and still does.

I heard all the white lies painted in yellow. The color of love, which I dislike the most. All I wanted to live like any other child would.
I wasn't special I never was for anyone, and no one is here,mine. Before I could understand the damage was already done, before I could speak all the traces were even gone.
Prove destroyed, faked with made up news, I was left alone.
What does it take to be worth the rights? Maybe I would not be able to educate myself because every ways are closed doors. Forever they think I am a easy girl who was and is satan's.

But I am not his neither trust any God.
It's hard for me to be spiritual, I keep hearing I'm not holy enough..
At nights roaming in thoughts of self harm, the monster in me laughs historically, afterall you have started to murder in the head, using lives like entertainment, how can you will be considered a friend?

Real? Is limited edition. Real is nasty. Pathetic. Used. Decaying. Will you perhaps act that you're there? Even though I am not sure I want you to stay
weather or not.

I want to runway with the souls that keeps it to the stars and themselves, like wolves. We can repaint the walls white:
Hopefully.

~ You're Donna.

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Music cue ending ~~
Whisper of a lost voice: Dying and again dying
With you like we're flowers

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The grassland looks almost like a mold well rested on low water where strange red tadpoles floats. Afar from that the wind of morning and evening gives it a dark shade that it shows shininess of the leaves. Blue jewel small moth like creatures sitting on a flower shaped green leaf shrub plant. And soon other fathers and sit one by one in a line to same distance approximately, a manner made the watcher think it's some ritual happening. Just by five feet away in a old red brick polished yet uneven house, a sick girl is captured. They the ones known as the heads did it in name of prosperity. They infused the girl, used her for milk then risked and illegally abortion on her secretly at that house, she understood it oneday later. She can not afford freedom. She's stuck with the society and situations.
In the morning, she saw that a demon from hell came and marked them,throwing their name in a wall of church, have to act now all their lives, that they are good people.

If you're okay, it's all alright, mom, a little golden silhouette pat on her right shoulder and she finally standing up,cleaning her teary face, asked, "really?!" to thin air. All their was a hallowed tunnel in front of her with depth of black and old junk materials..
The golden baby that she saw has already dissapeared.

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"Together like hydrox
All the hybrids are together in a bloom called hydrangea.."