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Illustration by @luciesalgado
She has a horn in the top of her head
And no boy would ever call her pretty
She has a horn in the top of her head
And her parentage is a lonely mystery
She has a horn in the top of her head
And she's a girl experiencing cruelty
She wished she's not owned by her deformity, that she's not summed up by only her anatomy.
There's more to her than just her abnormality, she has a heart and that part of her is not unsightly.
Most days she dances in the ring of Saturn, in the tune of solidarity.
In between dejection and desolation, she's a song of melancholy.
Written by a composer whose life is ridden with endless tragedy.
She's cold to the marrow of her bones, so alone in her universe of lonely.
A/N: Not really finished.
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Updated on July 01, 2017
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