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Please, just take my hand and tell me that everything is gonna be alright.
Blowing Chances.
Once upon a time there was a little girl.
A little cute girl with blond hair and blue eyes.
She grow up happily, she laughed thorugh almost everything.
At that time everything was easy and life was all about playing.
Getting new dolls and barbies and having fun all days long.
The girl was really happy.
But as she grow older thing became harder and harder.
Now nothing was a game nomore.
She felt like her world was slowly crashing down.
She felt her luck blow away with the wind.
She cried because she was lonley.
And she cried because she couldn't take it nomore.
She had one wish, and that was to one day get her lucky life back.
But that maybe never happen.
And you know what? That girl is me.
A little cute girl with blond hair and blue eyes.
She grow up happily, she laughed thorugh almost everything.
At that time everything was easy and life was all about playing.
Getting new dolls and barbies and having fun all days long.
The girl was really happy.
But as she grow older thing became harder and harder.
Now nothing was a game nomore.
She felt like her world was slowly crashing down.
She felt her luck blow away with the wind.
She cried because she was lonley.
And she cried because she couldn't take it nomore.
She had one wish, and that was to one day get her lucky life back.
But that maybe never happen.
And you know what? That girl is me.
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