Mélonanie ❤️
She is terrified, though she never lied, she couldn't make things right, she cried the whole night, alone in the house with a closed wooden door, lurking shadows along the corridor,👤 making her even more strained, she's thinking about her destiny,✨ evading the misery, then she adorned her headset,🎧 so she could as usual warble, listening to the melody, her eyes shining again like blue marbles💙, then through her misty eyes, a glimpse of bittersweet smile assuring everything will be alright.🥹
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