Speaking perfect French, dancing like a lady.
If you charm them, then they won't know what lies inside.
Hers has always been a strange sort, never too straightforward. But it is a beauty nonetheless.
The secrets are a weight, threatening to crush her.
The kind of darkness that is deeper than black.
Violets are the color of laughter, the color of friendship.
Where she holds the most power.
She's never known the light, and she isn't sure she wants to.
So much for the fairytales about loving mothers.
It's something that's always just a whisper away, never in her reach.
Her skin is white as an opal; no one can see the black underneath.
Handsome people betray you. They aren't to be trusted.
There is no such thing as true love. It always comes and goes.
They are a pastime. Do not get too attached.
It's always winter in her world.
Children bring about evil. Yet she wishes she could have her youth back.
Run from your cage into another one.
She couldn't hide from the monsters.
The color of envy. Not for the eyes, but for the girl.
There is no such thing.
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