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Trip on my words, fall on my blade.
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OH, MOTHER.

IT'S STARTING TO SLIP,
ALL THE SOIL UNDERFOOT.
I AM NO MARTYR.
I AM NO MONSTER.
ALL I WANT TO BE ANYMORE
IS MYSELF
LOVED BY YOU.


I don't think of myself as a hero. I don't think of myself as a villain.
There was a path I wanted to follow when I was younger
When I was callow and dumb and full of a love for life.
Now all I want to do is survive. I don't want to be seen by you.
Back then I sought the stars, though they dimmed in my eyes and my blood thinned.
I wanted to be one of yours.

But you turned your back on me.

I wish you didn't lead me astray, Night Mother.
All I wanted was to be loved by you
Now with each outward grasp 
and with each bated gasp
this veil of my own grows thinner.

They don't look at me the same any more.
I'm not their daughter, though they hide it behind their words.
I'm not normal, and their stares make that much clear.
I didn't ask for this, (I lie sweetly.)
but still she won't love me the same.

Every step forward is a mile's tumble back.
I'm growing weary of it now.
I was a princess
I had it all.
Now all I have is less than a souvenir.

I want to go back.
I want to go home.
But I'm too far gone.
It's too late now.
Forgive me, father, and have faith in what I now must do.
I hope, in the end, I can still be loved by you.
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