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Mar 2021
I sit upon my throne of pain, to my left and right are precious stones of gold, silver and diamond sparkling challenges in my direction.My crown of agony sits majestically on my head.I wear it with pride. For what makes a queen, roses or thorns?
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     shamamama, ap and Bogdan Dragos
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