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Sep 2021
what they did not know
was that i was not the villain
wickedly casting spells of hatred
on thee who spoke hell
upon the name of i

what they did not know
was my origin story
that caused me to go wicked

what they did not know
was that it was thee
who stabbed the knife
poured blood of revenge
from my pure golden skin
to spark the evil within
Sydney Rose
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Sydney Rose  20/F/US
(20/F/US)   
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   Imran Islam
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