I knew the penalty well mother,
the consequences that I would face,
for loving you, a fallen goddess.
I know that on a path of broken glass, I tread,
their jibes and taunts tear my skin,
but why should I fear?
My mother's love has made me content;
all hurt is worth incurring for it.
~â¢~
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