She made herself that flame that burns her today. A little dose of alcohol and that's it; made it fire, pounder, lonely. It was like the greatness she used to give herself and her own done things, swallowed herself. I'm afraid to say that it wasn't nothing more than she deserved.
Through her clear eyes, you could easily see her anger, and on the corner of her lips, you could notice poison, soft, awkward, but still poison.
Because of her own parodiable acts and her trifler look, she's lost the most valuable of her entire jewelry, the one who defended her ideas and damages above everything, only because she had a psicosis of wanting to be the center of everything, and it didn't even matter what she should do to get to it. The game has turned around and the one who thinks that is offending us with her useless words, has not realized yet that who's actually loosing the game is herself.
Through her clear eyes, you could easily see her anger, and on the corner of her lips, you could notice poison, soft, awkward, but still poison.
Because of her own parodiable acts and her trifler look, she's lost the most valuable of her entire jewelry, the one who defended her ideas and damages above everything, only because she had a psicosis of wanting to be the center of everything, and it didn't even matter what she should do to get to it. The game has turned around and the one who thinks that is offending us with her useless words, has not realized yet that who's actually loosing the game is herself.
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humilhou agora né bjs
se começares a escrever em inglês eu gamo (L)
mentira, depois desse já to gamado
;**
kkkkkkkkkkkk mandou muito bem amiga! gente lixo merece um texto desse mesmo, ainda mais aquele tipo de pessoa que se acha a última bolacha do pacote, mas que na verdade não vale nem uma unha
kkkk beijos é noiss
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