As I pulled away, he grabbed me.
He took me under his wing of death.
Where no one wants to be but everyone ends up.
Where the roses die and the fetus's commit suicide.
No one smiles here, who can, what reasons are there to be happy?
For the one that is supossed to love you, the one who raised you from birth, is the one who hates you the most.
WHAT
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