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Mar 2018
Her soul is dark like the nigth, nevertheless hasn't any star to iluminate it.
When they look at her, there are only judjement, no excitement.
"Cold" she is called by women, "hot" she is called by men. Treated like a worm not even courtesy the poor little girl received.
This society where se lived never thinks, always punishes.
Her skin, to pale, from the coldest nights would never stir their emotions, because emotions comes with affection and what affection the girl possessed?
Her closest companions had already fell to sleep when the darkness has started to appear.
But not with her, she would live even without the day light. Now with her daydreams, lamented, why the darkness hasn't take her?
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Mariana
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