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Dec 2014
But darling, who will clean the blood from your arms and the war paint from your face?

Your mum thinks it's nothing and your father can't even pronounce your name.

Tell me, darling, is the blood on your arms worth all the pain?

- Christina Rosa A.
Christina Rosa A
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Christina Rosa A  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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