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Dear Broken Child
Dear Broken Child,
You are not married to the titles that your mother conceive
You are not the black rose that they spray on your soul
You are not acid in the pouring rain
You are not lost in the street
river flowing in...
You are not married to the titles that your mother conceive
You are not the black rose that they spray on your soul
You are not acid in the pouring rain
You are not lost in the street
river flowing in...
