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She was dangerous. Her skills unmatched, her heart cold, her appearance innocent. She was beautiful, and if you kissed her, she would kill you. She belonged to no man, she belonged to herself. She was the angel of suffering.

She was her mother's daughter.

She was a Romanoff.

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There was nothing poetic about victory.

All this blood was never more than just red.

But if we can turn hell into heaven, and spin murder into beauty,

Then for even a moment

We might be able to catch our breath, and breathe without the weight of a thousand corpses on our chests.

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Innocence died screaming.
honey, ask me I should know.

I was

i n n o c e n t

once too.

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She is strong but she is a child
she is a child
she is a child

take the world
off her shoulders

children should not have to fight
to be young

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DON'T WORRY
M O T H E R
YOUR DAUGHTER IS
A SOLDIER
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8 in #barton 8/15/19