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Jul 2018
The Creatrix is dead
Our dearest mother
Who would snap my neck
And toss me aside
She is dead
And I am not
They said
She didn't like weaklings
They said
She was cruel
Wrong
Wrong wrong wrong
She is dead and I am not
She left me
Therefore I am lonely
And alive
Yes
Yes, she is cruel
She left me
Her lonely child
Alive
Yes
Yes, she didn't like weaklings
She didn't like me
The weakling child
Her weakling child
The Creatrix is dead
And I am not
vinca
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