
She was a little girl. She was a girl who looked perfect with her beauty, naivety and silence. But fate had no mercy on her. She had taken her own self, her life, and the people in her life. All the innocence and naivety of her childhood was disappearing. She was face to face with death, on the verge of annihilation. There were so many questions to ask why. Questions that remain unanswered. Would knowing what was happening, whether this was real or whether it was a figment of someone's imagination, whether it was possible for time, beauty and innocence to bend and take shape from one shape to another would really create a solution? Or were these all consequences of mental illness to the human brain? The girl was made of death and sorrow. Was she a murderer or just a girl?Todos os Direitos Reservados
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