Black Heart
My heart is black from all the stabing on my back. I have the scars to prove that I am strong and to prove you wrong. I shed the tears that later turned into smiles with cheers. So now I have won while you are on a run. Wishing you were here wondering what you did wrong. While I am as happy as can be with my love that loves me for me.
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Troso Garcia Moreno
i am a keep it to my self person. I hate drama. I love the colors lime green and black. I love to walk for hours around my town and be at the small park to act like a little kid or to just relax myself. I love goign to dances with my boyfriend, sister, and brother-in-law. I am a very shy person when I meet someone new. I love to be creative and unique about things.
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