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...couldn't kiss her without having a sob rise up to her chest. Her face would falter and be cast down. She couldn't look at her without her eyes being too dry and would soon tear up. She couldn't look at the way her hair would curl up when it was unbrushed. A pain would rise in her thoat and remind her of how disgusting she was for being like this.

And soon..
Her lady would leave her too.

Only coming back to take her clothes, of which they both shared.

Her eyes would no longer love. Because, of what her mother said at that night.

Of how she had turned into an unholy, disgusting thing.
And it had meant something..

For those were her last words,
Ever spoken to her disgusting, broken daughter.

A/n : lmao this old fetus authors note was retarded and made no sense :)

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