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Bastard,
they called you
As if the lack of father is a curse
(It is not)
Murderer,
they called you
As if the ones you killed deserved any less
(They did not)
Darling,
she called you
As if her gentle words would be enough to save you
(They were not)
Cursed,
you call yourself
What do they know,
of broken souls and
breaking hearts
mothered by a broken promise and
sired from a broken vow
(Nothing. They know nothing.)
— y.c.
Do the squeaks in the background after minute 2:00 sound like junimos from Stardew Valley or am i tripping?