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[ ᴋ ᴇ ɴ - s ʜ ᴏ ] • Jᴀᴘᴀɴᴇsᴇ

(ɴ.) ᴛʜᴇ ᴢᴇɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴇɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴍᴇɴᴛ,   
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ's ᴏᴡɴ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪs sᴇᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ɪs.


It was immediate, with no indication whatsoever. That woman departed with a sneer on her face. Gracefully, collapsing onto the tiles with a saturated blade fastened within her. 

It was mentally damaging witnessing the fluid emergence from within her as it traveled to me dripping from off my face.

That woman died content in my bedroom, at least that's what others claimed, but her expression said differently. 

That woman, no, my mother did not love me, but I did indeed "love her."

Cover art not mine, Romg on Twitter.All Rights Reserved

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