you were; Fiona Lin
my love, you were not born to be happy you came to be under an unlucky star
the stars aligned just so to greet you with calamity this, you know.
did you not hear them in childhood?
ill-fated birth ill-fated life ill-fated death my love, you were not born for warmth
you were birthed to crisp air and white breaths a dusting of frost across your skin they could not touch you
shivers ran up their spines; they were choking on ice your season was built for loneliness my love, my heart, my soul
you were born to look in the mirror and whisper, quietly,
my love, you were not born to be loved
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