She is beautiful. Hair as black as charcoal, lips as red as blood and as delicate as a rose. She is beautiful, she came from my fear, and she doesn't know her name who is this mystery girl? COPY RIGHT ISN'T ALOWWED AT ALL
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They told me not to mess with her, they told me she was dangerous. I told them I'm not scared of dangerous... I'm not, but she's just so beautifully dangerous...