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Mother knows best, but I've put this ink on my skin as a reminder that I am not the child who died in that House. I was forced to build a place where I belong, and now that I've Finally created a place... you want me back. But I am not the child who died in that house. I am a woman now, Mother.
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Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 2:32 PM UTC
mother knows best...
Mother knows best, but I've put this ink on my skin as a reminder that I am not the child who died in that House. I was forced to build a place where I belong, and now that I've Finally created a place... you want me back. But I am not the child who died in that house. I am a woman now, Mother.
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Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 2:32 PM UTC
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