Departed Digjam Sarma father am i making you proud i have been a real good wife, haven’t i silently taking in all the blows and burns since you betrothed me to him the scaly belt torn in half skin branded names by red-hot poker my mark of honour my tears now feed his thirst, father more than my flesh look at me now look at me you son of a bitch look at your princess darling before this bullet thins your skull.
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