No more, I will never hold your falseness. No, I will never obey you, as an oriental girl, I had to overlook.
My mom said when the night folds his wings, he will come home looking for you, asking your forgiveness.
No mom, no more pardon, no more apologies, I had to stop numbering my scars, washing my wounds, my humanity won’t pardon me for that long.
Mom, are you smiling?
I am smiling, dear, your soul is as robust as an old oak tree in the center of the forest. I have no fear for you. I have no doubt.

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