About Me
Each passing day makes me think
And think about who betrayed him,
That while he lived was nothing to gain
With the mud where the wicked soul falls.
Until the life of my dreams let me
When the tide is naked in the sand, alone,
Desolate, inda alive, not
Following swift boat in action.
There is a beauty in the outside world
On the hill or plain where the view reaches
What is already comforting to doubt and pain,
But, Oh! The beauty that conquers the world
Not a word or verse can imagine
Neither the human mind alone to forge!
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Fresh Meat
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Member Title
Fresh Meat
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Age
25 years old
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Birthday
October 9, 1999
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Gender
Female
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Location
Portugal
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