Beautiful Tragic
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- Mga Parte 1
Ongoing<5 min
Huling na-publish Sat, Jan 9, 2016
¿No es extraño como todo pasa?
Toda mi vida he soñado con las luces brillantes, las grandes ciudades; ya sabes ellos te dicen que va a ser fantástico y te dicen que lo tienes todo, y que eres muy afortunada. Pero ahora no me siento afortunada, ¿Sabes?... Estoy muerta.
Nadie nunca te dice cuanto va a durar, cuando te estas mirando en el espejo como cuando eras pequeña, no te dicen lo que la gente dirá algún día de ti. Porque no te dicen que simplemente te estas elevando para una día caer, y ese día llegó.
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