I was born in a year of harassment abused - just a birth certificate machine as a slave of this world i was born in I going to bear this weight for thousands of years my sister and I throw my tears like hell I suppose I be. I desperately trying to let this crown of thorns be designed to put me under the ground trapped in this corset that you think I bound to can not imagine how deeply this wound I been holding long enough for this golden cage powerful rude - I would disconnect myself wearing a crown but I not a queen. I am a slave of this world in which I was born.
The thorn crown was countless generations forced to fall down but what goes around comes back around I wearing a crown but I not a queen.