favorite white dress

My mom won't be happy When she sees my white dress bloody Nothing was more beautiful than his tears dropping down from his eyes When he heared I was about to die Nothing was more beautiful than The drops of the blood on the ground Me bleeding in his hands He screaming at my face Breathe ! Now ! Even more beautiful than the rainbow out of the window Laughing like it was kidding all my people around it was too beautiful to happen I open my eyes A knife in my hand Wearing my favorite white dress A song prowling in my mouth I came back to where I started My mom won't be happy When she sees my white dress blooded

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