Has long been a curse
From the expanse of deadly dunes
Of deaths and plights
Without breathing
No birthing
She just wants to end
Such a sudden wretched
Of the girl you once thought was yours
Take it from Life,
For her father,
For her mother,
Not even them have remembered
The curse you laid for her to exasperate
You think You’re better?
No.
You are no better than the Life who demeaned her.
She is– The curse you cursed!
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