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I was raised up


With Disney princesses and classical music


Mother wanted me to be


The perfect lady


She can only imagine


Me as a virgin


She wrote me off


Like a clean sheet of tissue


Father he prohibited


Me to grow up


Into something


But I grew up into


A monster


Of them


A lonely broken twisted



Monster of them



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