I drag myself back, further cracked
To this feat
I cannot help but envision
The poison I must reek
Left as lambs to all slaughter
Change is all but skin deep
“Well you’re your fathers daughter”
And with those words
I weep.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC
I drag myself back, further cracked
To this feat
I cannot help but envision
The poison I must reek
Left as lambs to all slaughter
Change is all but skin deep
“Well you’re your fathers daughter”
And with those words
I weep.
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