" When all I wanted was a love that feels so close, you were a mother somewhere far away saying that a mother is all that you have to be. And you and I could put all the blame to a father who was our chosen villain, if that will make it easier. But that wouldn't clean your hands that is stained with red. No one here is a hero. No one here is a saint. I am not without bones hidden somewhere. "
-D. Beoan
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