Daddy said it‘s fine,
so we‘ll cut off this kin.
It‘s not gonna hurt, right?
It‘s never gonna hurt.
Daddy says it‘s fine,
so we‘ll let them tear our hearts out.
Because they don‘t count, right?
Hearts don‘t count.
„But he said, it‘s fine“, my witch giggled as a response to me throwing my cup of tea at the wall, while putting on her sweet sunday dress
„I still wish to live in a world where our hearts would count“, I admit and realize that her dress would be nice to be buried in.
„Oh, but he‘s so proud of you because you don‘t“, my witch responds.
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