Marin Christiana Richardt (17/08/96 / Malaysia)
As I slowly decend into your arms
I look upon heaven and think to myself
'Thank-you lord.You have seen the curse,
that a evil person called 'different' has given to me.
'And it has given me the worst.'
After you catch me, I feel safe and warm inside
And I knew something.
That I will be released from the curse that has made me cry,
and never think of that dreaded burden again.
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