---------☆ 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. ☆---------

[ՏᎻᎬ.]

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She.
She leaves without a reason.
She's the one whose heart's a prison.
She's the unknown and no one for her was known.
She pretends that she's the goddess,
but she wears the respect in herself.

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She keeps secrets in her mind,she doesn't
share lonely nights with boys,
she just crosses around like a boss.

Her smile was the worst weapon against death.
She was a crime for mans,
She was a whole perfection for the strangers on the streets.
Fire controls her body,
she refuses someone to control her,
she believes in unbelievable things,
she's creating what others can't see with their hearts,
but she's the only one who does.

She created the beauty in a few words,
she lives in a mistery,
but her home is like a trap card.
Her mind was drawing a deadline,
darkness was making her blind,
so she can't pain with blood.
For her, art was this boring century that
real one is not real,and the fake ones are real.

It's time to remember that she's not down,
but no one knew her sadness can be filled
with more inspiring moves,if she was easy
picture to describe,sadness is even more beautiful and gorgeous on her,it suits her.