Medusa:
It's lonely at the top. When I was little, I wrote a poem about it. It went: "The prettiest girl in the mirror is me, but will I still be pretty when there's no one there to see?... me? I wish upon a lucky star to put a happy face on my pain, because it hurts so much to be so cold and so alone... in the... rain."
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:19