FEARLESS
Guess what world you can't control me. Guess what world you don't own me. This girl makes her own rules. She will speak with a voice of thunder. Oh how she will roar.Her eyes are like a burning flame, and her mouth is like a two-edged sword. When she moves its like the waves of the ocean in a fierce storm. FEARLESS. Block her, mock her, scorn her, try and stop her. She is no longer going to let you run over her, World She Is FEARLESS! Rising above your confusing noise. She Is FEARLESS! Taking control of HER own destiny. Watch out for FEARLESS.
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