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she failed to fulfill her brightest dream The heavy of her faith and patience dropped off her fit After twenty good decades. She lost the silver ***** While counting stars in the sky After recalling the tough journey she had She was the trophy of her mothers happiness. Her dream was to be a sister But the mirror of her dream was Broken and awaken vowed to sadness. Her portraits dropped to less She was amoretto,inside of someones Apartment,and she failed to avoid She become the recipient of sweet words Lately,she was a lunatic pigeon Of a neon. Charity was failure ! The eminent name was lost! And roast! To all coast !. Apparently the mates turned back on her She was shown different colours She lost her bliss moments she had So she continued mourning Her life. So she quoted her siblings... "It doesn't matter how many times you fall, what counts is how many times you stand up again. Remember time wasted Is never recovered. " Her tears started flowing like water at Victoria falls... She failed to grip to it... She had to glance off from her emotions, With her powerful quote . But she remained as a broken maiden.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
THE BROKEN MAIDEN
she failed to fulfill her brightest dream The heavy of her faith and patience dropped off her fit After twenty good decades. She lost the silver ***** While counting stars in the sky After recalling the tough journey she had She was the trophy of her mothers happiness. Her dream was to be a sister But the mirror of her dream was Broken and awaken vowed to sadness. Her portraits dropped to less She was amoretto,inside of someones Apartment,and she failed to avoid She become the recipient of sweet words Lately,she was a lunatic pigeon Of a neon. Charity was failure ! The eminent name was lost! And roast! To all coast !. Apparently the mates turned back on her She was shown different colours She lost her bliss moments she had So she continued mourning Her life. So she quoted her siblings... "It doesn't matter how many times you fall, what counts is how many times you stand up again. Remember time wasted Is never recovered. " Her tears started flowing like water at Victoria falls... She failed to grip to it... She had to glance off from her emotions, With her powerful quote . But she remained as a broken maiden.
Victorkapalu
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26/M/Zambia
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
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