She was like that, angry with the world, afraid of lights, afraid of colors, she didn't cry all the time, she was going to let the tears go through her heart, only when the bowls of the eyes would boil with an incalculable relay. A few drops would have soaked the ground around the eyes, drinking the tears to digest the agony, absorbing the intensity of the pain, she was half dead, otherwise Allah had sent her so cute, talking when the sentences were few. Be left unfulfilled late, after a few moments of silence, a heavy voice with random words is heard, the pain of such moments is beyond the limit, she was aware of the intensity of such pain, who wants such a girl? Who cares, even if you want, take back your light that only darkness was made for us
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