Matilda By Samaya


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3.8/5Overall Score

Counted all the moments like stars,
Before he said it was all in vain.
Now I’m scraping the same wounds—
Soon I’ll get used to the pain.

Had to kill her before she could hurt herself,
From now on, I’ll never be the same.
I didn’t wash the blood off my hands,
On my dress, it has left a stain.

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