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Mob Daughter
I learned from my mother to never show mercy to them. I thought she was too harsh, until I gave them the advantage to break me.
I carry a knife everywhere I go, just in case they show my peeled skin on their faces.
I broke my chains and became the martyr of your life.
To truly live, you need to die.
I carry a knife everywhere I go, just in case they show my peeled skin on their faces.
I broke my chains and became the martyr of your life.
To truly live, you need to die.
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