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Rift Souls

In the dark, a figure sits beside me, Like a pure white diamond, shines in the dusky night. She says, "You are fated to be mine." I look at her with turmoil in my sight. "Oh my Bun-bun do not fear," she tilts towards me, A hand on my hair strand, "Please Bun-bun, come, meet me soon. I am losing my consciousness; you are my only hope. Oh Bun-bun, help me to relive again, My Moon." And I say, "Mom, don't worry, I am here, just a minute, I will be out. Though I need you first, but no, you need rest, I'll be with Dad until you come back, like a bean sprout. Please don't leave," and then I cry out loud. And that's how I entered this world. But still, I am the rift soul of my mom.

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