She is shy.
She is weak. But She is not herself. She is a different person. Called not herself. That person is a poison to her soul. It kills her. Doesn't make that her strong. It makes her weak. That soul within her. Is a demon in her. Its not her. Its the demon within her. That kills her soul. And makes her weak.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
She is shy.
She is weak. But She is not herself. She is a different person. Called not herself. That person is a poison to her soul. It kills her. Doesn't make that her strong. It makes her weak. That soul within her. Is a demon in her. Its not her. Its the demon within her. That kills her soul. And makes her weak.
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