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Jun 2015
See the colors of the rainbow in the sky beautiful like your bright hazel eyes as it start to fade when your personality drop down. Don’t get your hope to high when people compliment your body or looks the colors of your DNA will slowly disappear making your vision unclear by your selfishness, money, and fame is the only possession desperation to be someone. Conceited mind is something not to smile about the poor are richer and the ugly are prettier their heart are more beautiful than you’re ever become. What happen when your colors goes black? It’s rots,  get old, alone, cold from head to toes, helpless, meaningless death is waiting to hear your heart beat sink with his arms wide open to hold you wrapping like a shroud around your pretty dead flesh it’s too bad your beauty was too much for your own good. Hope you like the decoration of your funeral, its sure look perfect to me was your obsession worth kissing the feet by the devil ?

**By Jacob Cuadro
Never a fan of conceited peoples
Jacob Cuadro
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Jacob Cuadro
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