She can feel something breaking in her, collapsing, a huge iridescent balloon ripped and graying like a punctured lung. What's left, if you take away love? Just brutality. Just shame. Just ferocity. Just pain. What becomes of her gifts then? (...) All her acts of careful tending.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride
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You hurt me And Tell me to shut up And then you azt like nothing happened-mom
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But baby
I told the stars about you..
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Do u belive the lies they talk about me?
-rumours
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Sometimes i just cry
And hope
That God Will notice my sorrow
And have mercy on me
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